From Tha G

[Production] [Verse 1] One time for your mind, uhh Yo, creepin' rollin in my ole green hoopty Trunk quakin' niggas can't take it, bitch sue me You boys don't move me, I blow my green I get high while I drive, yea thats my routine On the daily..I go kiss my momma on the cheek Throw my nikes on my feet, roll a sweet, and I hit the street Rest in peace to my cousin, we buried him last week Hopefully the day they don't put me under the concrete, I peep These niggas reaction when I pass em Smile at a playa, but really they wanna blast em Really for no reason, but beefin' is everlastin' Rather walk up and shoot em, then simply walk up and ask em How can we get along? Crackers knowin' its wrong 1 deceased, 1 in jail, 2 niggas with 1 stone This the type of shit we face in this place that I call home Some niggas just gettin' by, some niggas is gettin' known [Hook] And I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches Mid to the South worldwide, or wherever I be I let a motherfucker know I'm from the...G So I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches East to the West worldwide, or wherever I be I let a motherfucker know I'm from the...G [Verse 2] Yup, most niggas from the G ain't one hundred Get in the mix with a bitch nigga, you'll learn from it I done seen niggas get burn from it and locked down I only fuck with certain niggas when I come around Big Rock, Fingeroll, Hit, them my niggas Willy picked up the liquor, J.P. done rolled up the swisha E-Dub and Ironwood, D-Edge and Ivoe Derett, Turtle Banxx, my niggas from Chicago And all the hoes I know, you know I got love for yea Hard dick, hard liquor could kill up a blood for yea Hoes sneaky they be creepin', like leeches...they blood suckas Fuck with me cause Freddie Gibbs ain't your typical motherfucker (Nahh)I'm way to cool to be a fool for a broad Cause bitch I'd rather hit the mall with my motherfuckin' dawgz I cut a lot of motherfuckers off though Now they got my dick in they mouth, fuck what you thought ho [Hook] And I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches Mid to the South worldwide, or wherever I be I let a motherfucker know I'm from the...G So I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches East to the West worldwide, or wherever I be I let a motherfucker know I'm from the...G [Verse 3] Baby I been blowin' kill in different area codes Southern Cali, Southern Texas, and Southern Florida hoes Put my bitch up in the tiki, but nigga hot in the cold Summertime to the winter these niggas dump and reload Bustin' until they hit it, plenty wigs get splitted In a city full of crooked polices and politicians I be all in different parts of the country, different adventures But I never could forget about 17th and Virginia Land of lost hope, clouds of mill smoke Community devoured by hard, and soft dope Addicts they can't cope, Vice Lords and Folks Every man for himself these niggas is cuttthroat I flow coast to coast where the Gs' be at Nothin' but pride in my city and I bleed for that I love Gary, Indiana like weed and yack Even if they don't love me back, I'm gettin' scratch [Hook] So I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches Mid to the South worldwide, or wherever I be I let a motherfucker know I'm from the...G So I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches East to the West worldwide, or wherever I be I let a motherfucker know I'm from the...G Yupp