G-Route - Quin Nfn, Mozzy

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Ooh, ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh

Move from the cave to the beach front

Still tryna fly P’s out

Thankin' God, I took the G route

They respect it, we don’t need clout

Had to grind to get my tee out

Quin the MVP now, these niggas ain’t 'bout what we 'bout

When it’s cold, we bring the heat out

They killin' us with our hands up

We just tryna run our bands up

And I was taught to man up

Knock 'em down if niggas stand up

But they didn’t understand us

It’s nothin' they cand hand us

Lotta snakes get in the way

'Cause niggas hatin' that I ain’t regular, I’m fed up

I be kidnappin' cabbage, duffle baggin' it up

I got the Mossberg in the crib, could fill up gas with this punk (We on)

I pulled up, and they like, «Sir, please, put the bags in the trunk»

(Let's do it)

I said, «The engine in the back, let’s put the bags in the front (Come on)

See we was out there in the streets, the paper slow with the job

Drop the roof upon the Beam, I feel closer to God

I got a hoe but she like bitches, we might have a ménage

And I roll with the squad like fisherman, I’m exposin' the road

I shot the ground but never spoke it (We on)

It’s my time and niggas know it (I promise)

Niggas propably think I’m coachin', how these plays get put in motion (We gone)

I can’t help but I was chosen

We ain’t movin' off emotion (At all)

All these diamonds got me frozen

Now I’m ballin' like DeRozan

I be feelin' like I’m Pac or like I’m Big or somethin'

Maybe even Snoop, I really smoked more dope than Wiz or somethin'

Call me Dr. Phil, a couple bills to take his kids

I just play dumb, I’m numb but still act like I’m feelin' somethin', uh

Move from the cave to the beach front

Still tryna fly P’s out

Thankin' God, I took the G route

They respect it, we don’t need clout

Had to grind to get my tee out

Quin the MVP now, these niggas ain’t 'bout what we 'bout

When it’s cold, we bring the heat out

They killin' us with our hands up

We just tryna run our bands up

And I was taught to man up

Knock 'em down if niggas stand up

But they didn’t understand us

It’s nothin' they cand hand us

Lotta snakes get in the way

'Cause niggas hatin' that I ain’t regular, I’m fed up

Told you I’ma hold you down

Make the suckas tone it down

Ain’t no more lil' bracelets on our wrists, we rockin' Rollies now

Gotta keep that pole around, this joker ran me forty thou', it’s nothin' though

Forgis with the buttons on 'em

Know we finna get up on 'em

Gorilla that’s on everythang, I’m tryna drop this hunnid on 'em

Opposition dressin' up, 'cause we just scored a bucket on 'em

Fuck 'em homie, bitch get on my nerves and I’ma fuck her homie

Niggas in the peen speakin' down, 'cause I nothin' for 'em

Lil' bro went down for that lil' homie, bitch I love you for it

Heard you got like thirty K to spend, bitch I’ma plug you for it

G-O-D, long as I’m in power, baby, we gon' eat

Everybody in my squad just ballin', nigga three on three

Forever in my favor if you fall off, you can lean on me

Got an altercation and it’s gangsta, come get geeked for me

I got you dawg

Every trip I took, you know they dropped me off, I knocked it off

If you ain’t 'bout NFN, nigga knock it off

Move from the cave to the beach front

Still tryna fly P’s out

Thankin' God, I took the G route

They respect it, we don’t need clout

Had to grind to get my tee out

Quin the MVP now, these niggas ain’t 'bout what we 'bout

When it’s cold, we bring the heat out

They killin' us with our hands up

We just tryna run our bands up

And I was taught to man up

Knock 'em down if niggas stand up

But they didn’t understand us

It’s nothin' they cand hand us

Lotta snakes get in the way

'Cause niggas hatin' that I ain’t regular, I’m fed up

No, no

No, no

No-no

No-no

I’m fed up, no, no

No, no

Hmm, hmm