Happy Birthday Germ - Pouya, Shakewell, Germ

Yuh, aye, yuh, yuh, yuh

She hop on the soil, get mental wit it

Get wet, don’t trip on the set I bet

I’m a vet in the game, I pave my own lane

I changed the whole thing

Put that Rogaine on that pussy

No more duckin' in the bushes

From the police, never worry 'bout lease

I buy that whole, cash

I been living so nicely lately

I been feelin' so icy, I might be the one you don’t wanna test

I guess you say I’m intelligent

Why you abusin' yo medicine?

The devil is coming, don’t let him in

Sittin' down, talkin' to Letterman

Sendin' love letters

Ta Pamela Anderson, hoe

Just the one that ride around with a .44

I ain’t never going back to bein' a bus boy

No one could comprise what I’ve created

Don’t settle for less, gotta go for the latest

Hoe you can’t save me, double up on my savings

Split it with the homies that raised me

And made me who I am today

Bust the Mac-11 then I throw it away

Feds pull up on the kid, they gon' put him away

So I dip down the block, got no time to waste

Baby take attention, savor it

Just bought a Benz for my favorite bitch whippin' that 1999 Jag

Two fat hoes, Big Boi, and my dad

Drag racing down ocean drive

With a blindfold covering my eyes

You wanna fuck with me, you gotta suck my guys

You want my respect, then don’t tell no lies

Peace signs up out the window like Nixon

Here creep the po-po, oh no, I’m dippin'

Flippin' the middle finger up to your children, what was I thinkin'?

Lettin' these rappers talk to me like they on my level

Pull out the semi, I’m goin' full metal

For them hoes and my bros that wanna be a rebel

Never goin' back, never goin' back, never gonna settle

Resealed some Karo to serve to my patients

The free basic 'cademy slabs in the basement

Homegirls turned to hoes, takin' turns on the greatest

She’s suckin' for publish and sure thinks she made it

Never the one to take time out to kick it

Schemin' the dope and I’m callin' the lippin'

Reuppin' them substance cause your boy wants a ticket

Half 'em get flipped 'cause I’m all 'bout the business

Under half percs 'cause your boy got addictions

Your purse might get snatched when I come in the building

Been killin' this game, I’m a lean sippin' villain

This one for the children who stock off of scripts

Just pull up, pulled up with an AR, all but 6 shots

Where they brain off, eight drop

Trained to kill goon, really AWOL

Fiend to five, put the fear in his eyes

Leave him to hang though, fuck what you say though

Hands on my set when I walk in the spot

Motherfuckers heavy 'cause I hit on yo thot

Bitch you stupid, I’m ruthless, I’m truthful

I do this, I ride for the fightin', I’m slide

Ride with my thumper, lay a nigga down

Ride 'round town, cold cut if a nigga

Throw shade, stay in your own lane

'Cause I feel no pain,

I’m on my dumb shit, hoppin', bum shit

I’m all this, fuck 'bout no cop, I’m on the block is hot shit

Suck my dick,

bad shit