I wake up in the morning grab a sweet roll up some weed
Grab myself something to eat grab my clip and my heat
Before I even brush my teeth
Fuck some toast my hand on my toaster
I don't need a holster in this ghetto rollercoaster
Ain't no seat belt ain't no receipt for these dirty streets
N***a pay with they lives and they soul ain't nothing free
Searching for cheese in a ghetto maze set traps for thieves
Lay back with ease stay with the strap cause you gone need it
Vultures looking for weaknesses swarm on you when they see it
In this jungle we live mortal kombat fatally ends
Fakers and friends the n***as who play it playing to win
Saying they living a life of sin all they clips extend
Hoes selling pussy to kids sticking the syringe in they skin
They say they serve and protect they neglect and offend
Chances is slim they dance with the devil to make it
Walk with me let me show you the

Life Of A G
Life Of A G
Some live some die
Casket Close and mammas cry
And don't nobody here know why
The life of a motherfuckin g



Now dust to dust ash covers the grass that's the time you saw him
Headstones cover the home of the dearly departed
The clock started as soon as you were conceived
From the moment you started to breath your were appointed to Leave
The life you lead from the baby bottles to bags of weed
Pour up the drank and use yo brain don't believe what you see
Only half of what you heard watch what you believe
Extensive study love for the knowledge that's what you gone need
They got tricks up they sleeve n***as slick as slick can be
They overcome with greed set up traps for a fee
Whack a n***a for his status hope of 1000 Ps
They don't have the ambition to come up with $100,000 gs
Yo main squeeze gotta be fleek or she fucking yo enemy
Yo top dog might tell the people where you stash yo weed
Tell where yo money and coke at then cop a plee agreement
The crooked shit that take place in the life of