Young Roddy - On G's lyrics

[Hook] On G's, n***as ain't f**ing with my team, at all Fall back dog, if it ain't about no loot I can't get at y'all On G's, n***as ain't f**ing with my team, at all Fall back dog, if it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all [Verse 1] At ease As I move with my jet set feeling the breeze I'm in your ear like a d**h threat Got you wondering if I played my best hand yet, you ain't seen nothing I'm in your house like plumbing, in and out of your woman And I'm up getting high cause my crew up and coming Different chapters of my establishment Posted up where it's cold, refrigerator magnets Then it's back to the N-O, lab life, stacking rapper chips Rhyme a few bars to buy my homies some cars Then I say a few poems and buy my moms a new home Spitta kush king, bong next to my throne Scribble in my notepad 'bout my city's wrongs And I try to make it right through these songs It's n***as tryna make it through the night, let alone make a million Get it on n***a and show off when you get it [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Roddy] And on the set, sh** get live, it's all action But where I'm from, sh** get real, it's no acting In the 12th grade with 20 grand in my khakis Life under the scope, them b**hes keep looking at me But picture living where these n***as don't fear a thing This wicked world got a n***a numb, free from pain And all that dirt I did, I still remain with no stain So I twist it, smoke it by myself, clear my brain Them sober nights drove a n***a damn near insane I saw it all but never will I tell a thing Can't think of one thing to lose, and 'bout a million things to gain So I charge this to the game But soon as I got my change, they say I changed mane They told me state my name, I'm Roddy from the planes mane These unfamiliar faces lookin' at me strange mane But I'm no lame, these n***as know what I claim I keep it trill to the day, I put that sh** there on the Jets [Hook] [Verse 3: Trademark] Through the lights, cameras and flashes, bong snapping and action I'm focused on this paper, money transactions Is what I'm after playa, was taught as a young'n To move smart and get my weight up Federal reserves papers by the layers, and weed by the acres b**hes by the dozen, just watch me come up from nothing hater Greater things await for those who remain patient Yeah, that's real talk, matter fact a true statement But still I grind case in the end I want more than Nathan Smoking kush, tryna ease them thought with vapors But my mind stuck on getting big faces Racing toward the guap, these n***as still chasing Running in place, tryna catch up with they replacements Made it to the majors, live from the basement Straight to the rooftop with spacious living spaces With cases of the Clicquot, trees in different flavors Running the game the OG's gave us [Hook]