Ground Up - G Is For Gentleman lyrics

rate me

Yo, mind on my money, been on it for a minute

Met lady luck, took her out to dinner

Had to take a cab, but I don't even have a rental

And all I had was rent but I spent it

And never could budget it

Live like fuck it, till the day I kick the bucket

That's BFV1, nigga, you gotta love it

couldn't hate it if you wanted, yeah I'm faded but you're fronting

No applauds necessary, not, really is nothing!

I'm the man, no muffin, when fucking miss Muffet

But for the pie in tough it

but left the buffet just to beat warren buffet

Be careful what you wish for, you don't really want it

Tell me what the liquory, you ain't really stunning

I've been overseas, the pre to me getting blunted

Niggas probably mad cause they ain't getting nothing

And I'm chilling with them bitches,

you've been texting, but they're bluffing

Fuck it, no discussing, yeah!

Chorus:

We got some real Gs in the room, can you feel it?

Yeah, that's white wine, can you chill it?

We getting high like we ain't got a limit

I know you're used to all that bullshit business

But we got some real Gs in the room, can you feel it?

Yeah, that's white wine, can you chill it?

We getting high like we ain't got a limit

I know you're used to all that bullshit business, brother!

Yeah, this is tragedy to triumph, agony to ecstasy

I came up with everybody sitting next to me

Why you think we're trying to get this cheddar like the treasury?

It could be worst, you will never get the best of me

I'm feeling sorry for whoever still ahead of me

Cause now I'm head hunting and a lot of people are dead to me

This is boom bap, just a couple cool cats

Been so many places that I've been starting to lose track

With my roof back, probably with my brim low

I've been on this airplane staring at this window

Looking down, all I see is opportunity

If it's not a dollar, it don't got a lot to do with me

I'm rocking jewelery and eating Swiss chocolates

we might fuck around and take this whole game hostage!

I'm used to hysteria and brews from Bavaria

I paid my dues, now my crew is in your area!

Chorus:

We got some real Gs in the room, can you feel it?

Yeah, that's white wine, can you chill it?

We getting high like we ain't got a limit

I know you're used to all that bullshit business

But we got some real Gs in the room, can you feel it?

Yeah, that's white wine, can you chill it?

We getting high like we ain't got a limit

I know you're used to all that bullshit business, but uhhh

Yeah, say what?

Still talking!

Uh, I'm leaning like the fat chick on a skateboard

Rather fuck a real slut than a fake whore

A good loving make a shy bitch make noise

I'm on a Benj off a henn, trying to fill a void

Large posse, but we're puffing with a certain poise

Wreakin havoc on the planet, just me and my boys

That's the fucking plan, always was

But if you're sparking good bud then it's all up!

Uh, I think we made it even though I'm underrated

I wouldn't trade it for nothing, keep it outta da discussion

I was eating ham and cheese, now I'm underneath the canopy

I never seen a manatee, I'm living out my fantasies

You wouldn't get it, I don't think you understand me

I'm on another planet, trying to manage my insanity

Wait, I got these plans to be great,

I got the world in my hands

Bitch, I can handle the hate!

Real Gs!

Thanks to megs for correcting these lyrics

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