G's in the House

[Hook x4] Real G’s in the motherfucking house now Fake niggas can go ahead and get thrown out [Verse 1] You say you do cocaine, but you ain’t really doing coke You say your music dope, but you ain’t got the antidote to save hip hop Claiming that you real, but ever since you begun, you done flip-flopped How many times do we gotta behave like we ain’t got no sense But expect to be paid? That shit is backwards nowadays Like a family tryna live on a minimum wage A lot of G’s get mistaken for thugs Cause most of the time, they don’t show nobody love Specifically the hoes and cops, cause they the most corrupt And don’t never know when to stop [Hook] [Verse 2] The real G’s in the motherfucking house now So everybody else can go ahead and bow down You can never even compare to my presence You in the presence of a king, you peasants Now everybody tryna be a lyricist Nah, fuck that, I’m a lyrical terrorist With a flow that nobody can touch Cause if everybody could do it, nobody would even fuck with it I’m a bulldozer running over fuck niggas If I could do it again, I’d do it a minute, in a heartbeat But people quick to shoot ya down if you better than them Or have a future Jealousy in everybody’s minds Never satisfied, so they try and take mines So predictable, yet it’s so inevitable To them, you’re not supposed to be great, it’s impossible [Hook]