G-Side - 4ever lyrics

rate me

Trust me, it’s paradise

This is where the hungry come to feed

For mine is a generation that circles the globe

In search of something we haven’t tried before

So never refuse an invitation

Never resist the unfamiliar, never fail to be polite

And never outstay your welcome

Just keep your mind open and suck in the experiencedoes

And if it hurts, you know what? It’s probably worth it

You hope and you dream

But you never believe that something’s gonna happen for you

Not like it does in the movies

And when it actually

Where the fuck I’m at…

That was in a hold that I get, now get

Flex on my hoe, what a nigga expect

Geez to God, I know this shit sound odd

Never seen a nigga like me, my God

Never seen a G like this, my God

I’mma …

I know it sound crazy but nigga been watching me

Like they gonna copy me

I try to get money and buy me a lake

But this ain’t no shopping spree

All cooking and work, and selling it raw

‘Cause I know the recipe

I’m tipping, I’m gripping, I’m sipping, I’m flipping, I’m whipping

Every time a nigga see me, I’m getting it

Every time a nigga see you, you broke

Hold up, dude that’s smoking on loud

Pull up, I’mma make a pussy nigga throw up

I mean darling, gotta change the pain

Gotta save it in my lane, fuck it, I space jam

I’m playing with the word like a nigga pitch a verse

26 inch and watch a young nigga swerve

I still believe in paradise

But now at least I know it’s not some place you can look for

Because it’s not where you go

It’s how you feel for a moment in your life

And if you find that movement

It will last forever

I was high when I wrote this

…he was on some more shit

I was like oh, no, what to day

He was like do your shit

Told him I was still in this shit

He was like let’s go then

So let’s go in

I’m more focused than I ever been

Never out of my element

I mean I air it out with the entire session

By the second record you can tell I’m lit

Blow back, code black, I need air right now in the cell booth

…you nasty, but you do that shit better than Ashley

You do that better than my last chick, that good rap need a bad bitch

Done bail good, my squad great, nigga 64 with a cracked grate

New bloods pour two fours in two cups, that’s a heart ache

Damn, money can’t make a motherfucker this cool …my nigga, I got us

And I meant that ‘cause I spit that, explode on impact

Expose, eject foes, nigga shit your draws, get your kids back

This moment last forever