Styles P - G-Sense lyrics

You know what it is Time to go in on these n***as We lay this sh** down pretty nice Pretty evil we do our thing Its real big over here on d block you know what I'm saying We real big on f**ing bullsh** a** n***as up ( still fired up) So stay away from me with the dumb sh** you know(hammers is still loaded and waiting) Play me The clips hold seventeen (seventeen) Surprise I ain't die when I was seventeen (surprise) Little n***a Tryna get heavy cream Get more then I got (gave) Give more then I get (give) I can fall but I won't blame a n***a when I slip (I won't cry) I'm a grown man life in my own hands Maybe in the next man If he got the ratchet in his best hand ( maybe) Might have a scope on it(probably ) Probably like me if came in the block and the sh** had dope on it Game use your offense always use your defense Me I use my g-sense just like my presence Pretints I would never ride to the precinct With all these tight jeans can't digg it Tight jeans and big sneakers make you look like a clown you f**in a**hole The streets is mine n***a Ya b**h a** industry n***as stay in the industry Stope acting like you a f**in gangsta when you not Let's go my n***a A lot of sh** bother me Flash back on robberies Calmed down Wolf sh** still a big part of me Think about the Lil one Hoodied up Yea down the line Catch his a** slipping Pop his a** with a Lil gun Duece duece with rhinos in it Followed by the 25 Know I got my thoughts wrong If I ain't get my money right Never say what you seen until you seen what you saw What you saw ain't what you seen n***a say no more You don't understand the game n***a don't play no more Retire quick we be on some fire sh** Matches and some gasoline Fully loaded magazine k** em for a bag of green Puffin on a bag of green Stab the king Kidnapped the queen for a bag a green S.p d-block sh** I don't have a thing My n***as could have a ring Phone call n***as is on ya