Intro (Free G Whiz) Lyrics

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They cannot do what I do

They cannot fit in my shoes

They cannot walk all the miles I walked

And they ain't going to see it all through

And I ain't got to talk with a crew

I'm cool with my son, he's the truth

No need for the burner

We go Timmy Turner

And then we go take him to school

Killers call me, another screw on the loose

Back on them banners I'm feeling like Bruce

Used to buying high and smoking the dirt

Now we First in the Class on that flight pushing work

I could tell you about a day in the worst way

But I'm worried the Feds' waiting

I ain't saying we ain't playing

But I promise we ain't playing, ain't no gang gang here, ssshhh

So tell me

What would you do?

Stuck on the corner with nothing to lose

Three younger brothers a mother and father

That never had nothing to cope with the fumes

Ain't no complaining, we do what it do

Broke as bitch in the back of the Buick

Told my little sis I'll be back in a few

Twelve years who the fuck would've knew now?

Suicidal where's the Gin and my juice?

Duece Duece that's a four for the funeral

I ain't never talking money with bitches

From A to Z I swear to god they so critical

Run it up and run a bag on em

Never staying safe I had to crash on em

Now they laying praying for a payday

On the concrete, where the pack homie?

So tell me

What would you do?

Live for the Lord or die for the few?

I've been worried about a different mission

While they focus on money

I'm saving the youth

Shoot for the stars, aim for the truth

Came for the calling but left with no clues

All these mother fucking days I been dreaming about

Finally here and that bitch came a view now

I done got back at it, talking mad habits like a crack addict

I done been planet to planet, been serving them birds in the back alley

I done reciprocated everything but the pain but Im back at it

Back at it, Yeah I been back at it like

Nine, ten, ducking two-eleven's

On a destination, one that's greater than Heaven

I seen it unfold no consoling the reverend

These brightest nights coincide with the devil, I

Had to go level up

Focused on pain but the reign brought the bezzle up

Talking about highest of high's

These lowest of low's

That's your bro, better get him up because

They cannot do what I do

They cannot fit in my shoes

They cannot walk all the miles I walked

And they ain't going to see it all through

And I ain't got talk with a crew

I'm cool with my son, he's the truth

No need for the burner we go Timmy turner

And then we go take him to, take him to