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G'z Up Freestyle (Bonus Track) Video (MV)




Performed By: Jon Jr
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: John Johnson




Jon Jr - G'z Up Freestyle (Bonus Track) Lyrics
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The black Leonardo, blood diamonds in a Movado
Always been rocky like Colorado
Never been played, they play Lotto
Twenty red tops in one bottle, was far from a role model
The gray Jag, wood grain, full throttle
Louis bag, on the arm of the young model
Fast forward, former felon took it to corporate
Only difference, is what I took em to war with
So distant, ya'll ain't even in orbit
The flow's liquid, everybody's trying to absorb it
Like informants, pretending to lay dormant
With co-defendants who straight sang, like a chorus
I paint a picture, provide a audio portrait
It's like scripture, the verse is metamorphic
Years later, years richer, new fortress
Ain't it funny, already predicted all this
So many war stories you'd think it was military
Whole fam got money must be hereditary
In my DNA printed just like Burberry
Boxed in, I can't escape my destiny
Child please, this ain't even the best of me
I'm at a point where fame ain't a necessity
Pardon me just the doe
Officer it ain't much but a little dro
Used to bag that when I was copping them packs
From third ave up in the Bronx, flash back
Not Bernie, but still I was with the Mac
Front of the eleven while I was front of a stack
From store fronts, to even the laundromats
Kept a young entrepreneur hustling to the max
I was tussling, trying to handle the facts
Ds busted in, eversince, it's been a wrap
Stand up, it's Nassau
The County where kids go to war
OG's say they seen it before
The rich get richer, still be wanting more
Stand up, it's Nassau
Come through see the champagne pour
Some beef will meet you at your front door
If not them goons will see you on the first floor
Stand up, it's Nassau
The County where kids go to war
OG's say they seen it before
The rich get richer, still be wanting more
Stand up, it's Nassau
Come through see the champagne pour
Some beef will meet you at your front door
If not them goons will see you on the first floor
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The black Leonardo, blood diamonds in a Movado
Always been rocky like Colorado
Never been played, they play Lotto
Twenty red tops in one bottle, was far from a role model
The gray Jag, wood grain, full throttle
Louis bag, on the arm of the young model
Fast forward, former felon took it to corporate
Only difference, is what I took em to war with
So distant, ya'll ain't even in orbit
The flow's liquid, everybody's trying to absorb it
Like informants, pretending to lay dormant
With co-defendants who straight sang, like a chorus
I paint a picture, provide a audio portrait
It's like scripture, the verse is metamorphic
Years later, years richer, new fortress
Ain't it funny, already predicted all this
So many war stories you'd think it was military
Whole fam got money must be hereditary
In my DNA printed just like Burberry
Boxed in, I can't escape my destiny
Child please, this ain't even the best of me
I'm at a point where fame ain't a necessity
Pardon me just the doe
Officer it ain't much but a little dro
Used to bag that when I was copping them packs
From third ave up in the Bronx, flash back
Not Bernie, but still I was with the Mac
Front of the eleven while I was front of a stack
From store fronts, to even the laundromats
Kept a young entrepreneur hustling to the max
I was tussling, trying to handle the facts
Ds busted in, eversince, it's been a wrap
Stand up, it's Nassau
The County where kids go to war
OG's say they seen it before
The rich get richer, still be wanting more
Stand up, it's Nassau
Come through see the champagne pour
Some beef will meet you at your front door
If not them goons will see you on the first floor
Stand up, it's Nassau
The County where kids go to war
OG's say they seen it before
The rich get richer, still be wanting more
Stand up, it's Nassau
Come through see the champagne pour
Some beef will meet you at your front door
If not them goons will see you on the first floor
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Writer: John Johnson
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