E.S.G. - What You See lyrics

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(what you see), is the ice and the cars

(is what you get), a black man with stars

(what you see), is the fortune and the fame

(is what you get), another struggle in the game

(what you see), is the house and the chrome

(is what you get), paparazzi round your home

(what you see), O.G. E.S.G.

(is what you get), nothing but the truth for me

[E.S.G.]

And I don't care who you is, this song pertains to you

Especially if you went through, some of the thangs I went through

In and out of jail, posession with intent to sell

Trying to make it out the ghetto, sometimes orders hell

Now inhale exhale, hydro spell

My cousin Terell in the cell, with all the rest of the black males

Might as well let the kids, stay with grandma tonight

Cause his daddy in the FED's, and his mama on the pipe

Plus this rap life ain't right, it's snakes under the table

Believe what I'm saying, that's why I left the mo' labels

It's the same game, a new coach a new team

But this year I'm the only playa, know what I mean

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[E.S.G.]

I remember being told, everything glitter ain't gold

Some of these rappers scream platinum, can't show with they soul

Old Rocky ghetto role, President ain't caring

See you think we got it bad, better ask Hank Aaron

Went from riding in back of the bus, to owning them hoes

Throwing DVD's in em, balling out of control

See a set of 24's, don't make me better than you

But a fresh paint job, make me wetter than you

Now I remember being broke, without a god damn quarter

No more Kool-Aid in the fridge, better drink some sugar water

No gangstas in the hood, living good moving bricks

No milk the baby sick, the mama too lazy to go to wick

Use to stand in long lines, for government cheese

I'm paying taxes, giving back my government cheese

Government please, what kinda laws are these

You get more time for chilling rocks, than you do for ten ki's

Take five G's, then about ten beaks

Fifteen cats promote, twenty thousand the first week

1985, that's when crack came out

That was the last time my daddy, came back in the house

They told me go to church, and confess my sins

Hard to do it, when the preacher fucking all my friends

Ain't no need to pretend, everything bout me real

E.S.G. signing off, Big Sin how you feel now

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[E.S.G.]

You think we had it bad in the past, wait for the future

In the wrong neighborhood, the police might shoot ya

Got college athletes, who break they back in the game

While the coaches get rich, ain't that a god damn shame

Now these high school hoopers, skip college for money

Since it ain't baseball, they try to call you damn dummie

But what would you do, if you never had a dime

And you stood 6'9", better sign on that line

This one here, for all my G's that's on the grind

Who won't sell out, and keep that damn money on they mind

From my skull to my spine, I'm a hundred percent a G

E.S.G.'s who I be, what you get is what you see now

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