C.G.R (Can't Get Right)

I been gettin' to the money, it ain't nothin

New I been gettin' to the money, it ain't nothin

New By this time next year, I'm comin' bentley coupe

Stay down and hold your own, you might get it too

You keep sayin' that you love me, let me see the proof

You gotta watch out for these niggas, think they bulletproof

I'm sendin' hollows to his dome if you make a move

I-I-I done seen it all in the streets, bitch, I'm livin' proof

And you can ask around on the streets, I'm the fuckin' truth

I just keep it real and tell my life in this fuckin' booth

If you need a job, join the squad, can you catch a lob

OFB the guys, you know 10 got them mob ties

Back-to-back, we slidin' in them Beamers with the frog eyes

I'm a big dog, don't compare me to them small guys

Them lil ass pups, I done lost a lot, but I'm still sick that my dog died

All my life, I had to fight, let's shoot it out, don't bring a knife

I'm bringin' choppa with a sight, we gon' see who die tonight

Got a couple screws loose, call me, can't get right

Tell the homies sit tight, bend the corner hit the light

Popped the doe and walk em' down, all he heard was switch like

And I'm back to the pape, this shit ain't nothin, fuck you thank

I just bought it for a drank, I'm finna' pour it to the face

Gettin' higher than a bitch on cloud 10, I'm in the space

And you can ask around on the streets, I'm the fuckin' truth

I just keep it real and tell my life in this fuckin' booth

RIP my lil' nigga Gnarly man

Bunk Bouta Bag, Lil' Mari