"Why G?"

[Intro] GDP. Smoker's Cough Shit 20-14 Yeah [Verse 1: GDP] Rapper's my son/sun like planet Earth Your girl a teen mom, should've planned that first (fuck ya'll) Eating ass dessert Ask your managers, I'm the man in Jers West Orange, that's Tatooine Walk up to a chick like "What those tattoos mean?" I do my rap routine and count stacks Oh she, said "I really dig your style dude. Mad unique." (GDP) I'm a titan like Saturn's moon Kill 'em softly with kindness and gratitude We got that attitude "And what you sad for?" Nah I said "I have the blues." I mean my lower back's killing me and rappers ain't ill as me Heavy artillery, I speak my mind like soliloquy My rent's 850 plus utilities, you feelin' me? Silly G write a rhyme like Shel Silverstein Falling Up, when I'm balling don't call me up At the club 'til I'm crawling drunk Or call a girl I ain't called in months (like) "Where you calling from?" Sip wine made of red grapes and malted plums Assault the drums She said "GDP your nuts." Yeah a salted one Went to war with the whole world, fought and won I'm getting money now and more to come GDP [Hook] We the shit (smokin') Weed and shit No stems, no seeds, no sticks Throw an ounce in the crowd like I don't need that shit (2x) [Outro] GDP Need that shit. Believe that shit Hash money, yeah you need that shit