G5

Lyrics

[Intro] (Tell em, Young G, put it down [?], man. Man, you put it down!) Yeah, this is G5, you know how I need to talk on this album, yeah, so uh What's up to everyone out there, you know what I'm saying, rolling up one in the car and smoking a blunt? (What's up, G? [?] And light, light it up, [?]) Or you might be sitting on your couch at home, smoking a blunt (That's [?]) Or you might be on your way to work, smoking a blunt (I like [?? Mexicali? ?]) Or you might be kicking it with me, smoking a blunt (What!?) Yeah… anyways, what's up dude, this is Young G (What's up, man) Formerly known as DJ Carlo Rossi, remember that (Oh, really? I didn't know that!) Support your local drug dealers (I'm bout to go do that, I think!) So, in summary: this is Young G 916, keep your motherfucking blunts lit [Verse 1] Expression of suggestion, attraction in its lies Sentiments impediment as love blazes toward demise Watch how it rise and burn in its glory Human decuman love to tеll the story Jealousy and envy, plеasure and domination Aspect of the planet in this nation Take your words in place and simply rearrange it Do you think I give a fuck about who bump, you think this banging? I'll ride for who I am so I simply give a damn About projected fears of the next man Catch me if you can but I never wanna quit Knowing nothing in life but to stack and grip Trip off the inside, you know I'm down to ride Can't claim fame so you plot my demise I'm back, I'm tacked, I'm ready for battle Got this bump in the trunk so you know my shit rattles [Interlude] In 5 seconds, a rider is about to speak [Verse 2] G5, down to ride, making superstars Making albums with ease and starting drug wars The young man who can and he's back as usual Done jam, track slams always bust mutual Who's the one in the Sun, energy in action? Taxing and I'm jacking factors of reaction I love my young life but I'm too lazy I had a young wife but I'm much too crazy That's the way it be, but I'm harder than ever I keep getting stronger but afraid to be clever This keeps me coming back 360 degrees And everything you please could bring you to your knees Young G's feeling stressed, smoking way too much weed Spending way too much money, always gotta stay keyed Pleas be hard even from the crazy yard Insanity, profanity reflection in a broken mirror shard Divine presence can't be rejoiced or denied Who's the young rider that you know keep it live? Strive to be a rider, have no use for other goals Old in the mold, it's the craziest soul Told many tales, flipping it live Rolled many trails, now I'm gripping my hide- -Out from the cops, erasing the hustling Chasing me? I'm pacing free, good thing I build muscle In my spare time since hustling must be balanced So it means more than accepting the challenge Unravel my thoughts cuz I'm way too much Smoke a blunt, kill the roach just for the rush I got more talent than I care to remember It'll be a good year if I make it to December I ain't no people mat cuz I'm way too mental Rolling high through these streets in the city called Sacramento