[12 seconds instrumental]
[Styles P:]
Most of us came from a broken home;
Drownin' in my sorrows, drinkin' liquor, tryna smoke alone. (alone!)
Argue with my wife; so I broke my phone
Throw it on the wall, tryna ball, but they playin' zone! (playin' zone!)
Connect is actin' funny with the work,
Like my money didn't work. - They gon' end up gettin' murked. (murked!)
The label actin' funny with the deal
Like the shit that I be spittin' on the record wasn't real! (real!)
Hood mad but they know a nigga riiide;
But the hate and jealousy - can blow a nigga high! (high!)
The other day I said I know a nigga f*cked;
When I played the bodega - it was two dollars for the Dutch. (Dutch!)
To keep it real, we livin in real tiiime,
And I feel a nigga's pain but they never can feel MINE! (mine!)
And so I'm on the go with the green light,
I don't even sleep; how the f*ck could I dream right?
[Chorus: Rell]
Yeaaaa-eeeee-yeeeaaaahh, eeeee-yeeeeeeahh!
They keep tellin' meee - things gettin' better...
Yeaaaa-eeeee-yeeeaaaahh, eeeee-yeeeeeeahh!
But I'm a do me. - You can say whatever; I'm a Geeee!
[Styles P:]
Ghost - never on the swag shit!
Guess it's a sad thing my tarot card is magic. (magic!)
I remember I ain't never have shit
December was cold but - February was drastic! (drastic!)
So pardon my niggaz and what they traffic;
Or if they seem cold when the murder scene's tragic. (tragic!)
Niggaz can talk shit! (talk shit!) - We don't even glimpse.
Niggaz can get hit. - We don't even wince! (wince!)
Come with an "Entourage" and I don't mean Vince;
Purple ape in a purple Porsche. - Of course I'm playin' Prince! (Prince!)
Or lookin' through the sky light, my light;
And I zip my lips the minute they read my rights. (my rights!)
Blowin on a long Dutch, inhale!
How I lie? I'd rather die than be in jail! (in jail!)
It's all good 'til it's all bad,
And the ugly niggaz gon' crash your broad's pad!
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
I keep it movin' in my new J.O.'s
On them blocks - where them young boys move yayo. (yayo!)
They salute like: "Whattup O.G.? " - I salute;
Cause it's the "Wild Wild West" like - Kool Moe Dee! (Kool Moe Dee!)
What they do for a two-door B - and a nice watch?
Blow your brains out when the cocaine price drop (price drop!)
Like: "Yeah, I know my man got life ock; "
"The game don't stop so pull the weed out your night sock! " (night sock!)
Yeah! - It's like that, ain't it?
My Down South niggaz that got the Lex painted. (painted!)
My East coast niggaz that got the Benz kitted;
Don't it hurt when they snitch and you found out your friends did it? (did it!)
I thought it's 'Money Over Bitches' but
Niggaz throw money at bitches so let's kick it! (kick it!)
If you really live by the G code:
Shoot a couple of guns! - Hurry up and reload!
[Chorus]
Styles P - Im A G Lyrics
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[12 seconds instrumental]
[Styles P:]
Most of us came from a broken home;
Drownin' in my sorrows, drinkin' liquor, tryna smoke alone. (alone!)
Argue with my wife; so I broke my phone
Throw it on the wall, tryna ball, but they playin' zone! (playin' zone!)
Connect is actin' funny with the work,
Like my money didn't work. - They gon' end up gettin' murked. (murked!)
The label actin' funny with the deal
Like the shit that I be spittin' on the record wasn't real! (real!)
Hood mad but they know a nigga riiide;
But the hate and jealousy - can blow a nigga high! (high!)
The other day I said I know a nigga f*cked;
When I played the bodega - it was two dollars for the Dutch. (Dutch!)
To keep it real, we livin in real tiiime,
And I feel a nigga's pain but they never can feel MINE! (mine!)
And so I'm on the go with the green light,
I don't even sleep; how the f*ck could I dream right?
[Chorus: Rell]
Yeaaaa-eeeee-yeeeaaaahh, eeeee-yeeeeeeahh!
They keep tellin' meee - things gettin' better...
Yeaaaa-eeeee-yeeeaaaahh, eeeee-yeeeeeeahh!
But I'm a do me. - You can say whatever; I'm a Geeee!
[Styles P:]
Ghost - never on the swag shit!
Guess it's a sad thing my tarot card is magic. (magic!)
I remember I ain't never have shit
December was cold but - February was drastic! (drastic!)
So pardon my niggaz and what they traffic;
Or if they seem cold when the murder scene's tragic. (tragic!)
Niggaz can talk shit! (talk shit!) - We don't even glimpse.
Niggaz can get hit. - We don't even wince! (wince!)
Come with an "Entourage" and I don't mean Vince;
Purple ape in a purple Porsche. - Of course I'm playin' Prince! (Prince!)
Or lookin' through the sky light, my light;
And I zip my lips the minute they read my rights. (my rights!)
Blowin on a long Dutch, inhale!
How I lie? I'd rather die than be in jail! (in jail!)
It's all good 'til it's all bad,
And the ugly niggaz gon' crash your broad's pad!
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
I keep it movin' in my new J.O.'s
On them blocks - where them young boys move yayo. (yayo!)
They salute like: "Whattup O.G.? " - I salute;
Cause it's the "Wild Wild West" like - Kool Moe Dee! (Kool Moe Dee!)
What they do for a two-door B - and a nice watch?
Blow your brains out when the cocaine price drop (price drop!)
Like: "Yeah, I know my man got life ock; "
"The game don't stop so pull the weed out your night sock! " (night sock!)
Yeah! - It's like that, ain't it?
My Down South niggaz that got the Lex painted. (painted!)
My East coast niggaz that got the Benz kitted;
Don't it hurt when they snitch and you found out your friends did it? (did it!)
I thought it's 'Money Over Bitches' but
Niggaz throw money at bitches so let's kick it! (kick it!)
If you really live by the G code:
Shoot a couple of guns! - Hurry up and reload!
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
Most of us came from a broken home;
Drownin' in my sorrows, drinkin' liquor, tryna smoke alone. (alone!)
Argue with my wife; so I broke my phone
Throw it on the wall, tryna ball, but they playin' zone! (playin' zone!)
Connect is actin' funny with the work,
Like my money didn't work. - They gon' end up gettin' murked. (murked!)
The label actin' funny with the deal
Like the shit that I be spittin' on the record wasn't real! (real!)
Hood mad but they know a nigga riiide;
But the hate and jealousy - can blow a nigga high! (high!)
The other day I said I know a nigga f*cked;
When I played the bodega - it was two dollars for the Dutch. (Dutch!)
To keep it real, we livin in real tiiime,
And I feel a nigga's pain but they never can feel MINE! (mine!)
And so I'm on the go with the green light,
I don't even sleep; how the f*ck could I dream right?
[Chorus: Rell]
Yeaaaa-eeeee-yeeeaaaahh, eeeee-yeeeeeeahh!
They keep tellin' meee - things gettin' better...
Yeaaaa-eeeee-yeeeaaaahh, eeeee-yeeeeeeahh!
But I'm a do me. - You can say whatever; I'm a Geeee!
[Styles P:]
Ghost - never on the swag shit!
Guess it's a sad thing my tarot card is magic. (magic!)
I remember I ain't never have shit
December was cold but - February was drastic! (drastic!)
So pardon my niggaz and what they traffic;
Or if they seem cold when the murder scene's tragic. (tragic!)
Niggaz can talk shit! (talk shit!) - We don't even glimpse.
Niggaz can get hit. - We don't even wince! (wince!)
Come with an "Entourage" and I don't mean Vince;
Purple ape in a purple Porsche. - Of course I'm playin' Prince! (Prince!)
Or lookin' through the sky light, my light;
And I zip my lips the minute they read my rights. (my rights!)
Blowin on a long Dutch, inhale!
How I lie? I'd rather die than be in jail! (in jail!)
It's all good 'til it's all bad,
And the ugly niggaz gon' crash your broad's pad!
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
I keep it movin' in my new J.O.'s
On them blocks - where them young boys move yayo. (yayo!)
They salute like: "Whattup O.G.? " - I salute;
Cause it's the "Wild Wild West" like - Kool Moe Dee! (Kool Moe Dee!)
What they do for a two-door B - and a nice watch?
Blow your brains out when the cocaine price drop (price drop!)
Like: "Yeah, I know my man got life ock; "
"The game don't stop so pull the weed out your night sock! " (night sock!)
Yeah! - It's like that, ain't it?
My Down South niggaz that got the Lex painted. (painted!)
My East coast niggaz that got the Benz kitted;
Don't it hurt when they snitch and you found out your friends did it? (did it!)
I thought it's 'Money Over Bitches' but
Niggaz throw money at bitches so let's kick it! (kick it!)
If you really live by the G code:
Shoot a couple of guns! - Hurry up and reload!
[Chorus]