G4

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox] Try to suppress the message in an effort to steal hope I hope they know regardless that that hope will still grow I hope you know an artist's work an extension of soul Whether he draw, paint, build, sculpt, music, or lyrical Attachment like emotional, caught up in a fixation It's somewhat a roller coaster extension wore out my patience since Things were better 'fore they did before they didn't It nearly flipped the playеrs fitted reflectеd on products I revisit My brain from my thoughts drifted Trying to keep up on the level of the gifted and dead lifted I push up on the beat rhythm like my bench press You can count my tracks as my reps Some people deal in money, others strictly in respect When it come to my music I look for both when we connect So I can split the shit to bend an ear and break a neck And stay up in the top ten rappers that you select Who got next? [Verse 2: G-Mo Skee] I'm next the motherfuckin' hiphop lochness Before you face the final boss, better save your progress I get it jumpin' like frog sex Phife Dawg, from A Tribe Called Quest, told me I'm raw, that's a small flex I slay niggas, grave diggers finna dig this Throw you in the hole, and puts the lotion on the skin, bitch I been rich before I had money, it's within, bitch You gotta million dollars, but you don't know where your kids live I'm eatin' fruit and drinkin' pineapple juice So when I bust in yo mouth, you'll be finding it cute Nigga, you the type of snake Woody would find in his boot And we ain't listen to your album, keep reminding us too I'm grinding for loot My so-called rivals are flukes I spit my heart out, fuck around, and die in the booth INF Gang got yo bitch, finna slide in her cooch It's pimp suckin' hoes down like firemen do, nigga FILTH!