Lil Keke Da Don

Lil Keke Da Don - G-til I Die lyrics

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(feat. Yung Ro)


Just let the music play uh yeah, just let the music play

Uh we gon ride to this one, yeah uh come on


Got to be a G, till the day that I die [x4]

Got to be a G, got to be a G [x2]


Got to be a G, till the day that I die [x4]

[Yung Ro]

The last of a dying breed, y'all couldn't understand it

Against all odds, I'm still here still standing

You ain't gotta know much, to know the streets talking

Scared to approach us, cause we far from who they see often

Life been good for me, and I'm still the same

They see the chain, and give me strange looks about the name (Nobody)

You know the game, time'll tell who remain true

They felt the cool breeze, when me and Ke' slid through

G'd up, Dickie unit wearing Chuck Taylor's

A special scent, got my attitude like fuck haters

It can't stop, fully loaded no time to rest

My enemies plotting, got real thangs on my chest

Grew up on freestyles, from S.U.C

H-Town raised call me Nobody, cause I'm one deep

Yeah a few cats rocking, but we rock steady

Ke' the Don and Yung Ro daddy already, already yeah


[Lil' Keke]

1993, that's when I blazed up the scene

Original S.U.C., I'm the Freestyle King

Rest in Peace Pat, I'ma make 'em love it mayn

DJ Screw the king, he changed up the whole game

Niggaz say I'm finished, and the Don is offended

I come from undergrounds, and made a million independent

It's 2005, it got's to be known

The Young Don is back, and I'm coming for the throne

A G till I die, dominating like a veteran

And ask Bank One, about the checks I'm collecting

Niggaz just kepping, I'm back hungry rapping

They need to get some Oscars, for the way that they acting

I'm kidnapping, my own self in the booth

I'm loading up my pen, then I'm shooting with the truth

This H-Town baby, our music Chopped & Slowed

Some G's till we die, it's the Don and Yung Ro yeah


[Yung Ro]

Grew up in a place where they say most don't, but some get it

And the respect is measured by, when they done with it

An O.G. told me, stick to the G-Code

Youngin' you too eager, tighten up on that free throw

Trying to make my ghetto dreams, a reality

Me and them other dudes, got a whole different mentality

Y'all went wrong, putting me and Ke' in the booth

The way I put it in they face, call me the proof

Just bought a box of cigarillos, from the corner sto'

I got my game face on, we playing dominoes

They shooting dice watch out, you better catch that

Six and eight running mates, so nigga bet that

Bet back, cause my bet good I keep it coming

And all the homies in the hood, hollin' one hundred

Yung back again, with the Don Keke

These boys feather weight mayn, and we G's-we G's



Yeah uh-huh, I like that my nigga I like that

Uh-huh, shit feeling this shit here man

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