Wanna Be A G - Dave East, Max B

Word, this that new shit, nigga

Dave East, Max Biggavel

Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga?

Ain’t ready for this shit, nigga

Y’all niggas ain’t got this right here

Oh, oh, Lord

Oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord

Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Lord

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord

Oh, Lord

Oh, oh, oh, Lord

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord, Lord

Corner of his block, that’s as far as he could see

Fiends in and out the spot, it been hard to go to sleep (It been hard)

Shorty wanna be a G (Shorty wanna be a G)

Shorty wanna be a G (Uh)

He ain’t seen his pops, him and his momma hardly speak

The shit that he be goin' through, you’ll probably never see (Oh)

Shorty caught up in the streets (Caught up)

Shorty wanna be a G

He built for the hood, when it get dark he still could see

He tatted his homies on him 'cause most of them deceased

Pourin' out liquor for niggas he’ll never see

Fuck a book, he’ll rather catch a jux, he never read

Shorty wanna be a G, he ain’t the one you wanna meet

Dolo, he ain’t never deep

Shorty wanna be a G (Oh, oh)

Shorty wanna be a G (Oh, oh)

Corner of his block, that’s as far as he could see (Oh, oh, oh)

That’s as far as he could see (Oh, oh lord)

Alright

Couple spots he robbed, he ain’t never got no job

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Alright

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Alright

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Shorty wanna be a G (Oh lord)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Corner of his block, that’s as far as he could see

The man on his block, that’s all he wanna be

He came up on some guap and lost it all in a week (Lost)

Just thinkin' 'bout his homies, lost 'em all in the streets (My niggas)

Shorty wanna be a G

If it ain’t about money, don’t wanna talk to you for free

(Where that money at?)

He young but got the heart to be a G

He done put in pain, they know his name all through the streets (They know him)

He’ll probably never change, he just wanna be a G

Shorty wanna be a G

Yeah

This shit smooth right here, East

I’m doin' the unthinkable

This shit unprecedented right here

You already know Harlem niggas, how we do

Let’s go

For the weekend, baby tried to charge me a G

She like the wave, so I got that down to a three

All she gotta do is touch and a nigga skeet

We rep this Harlem shit, me and my nigga East (East)

Biggaveli you’s a beast, alright

Yeah, real niggas, real music, real street

Street, feds watching out, I feel heat

Niggas still cheatin', get a head start

Chip in, get your benefits

Niggas is ignorant, niggas inconsiderate

Niggas be innocent, but still go to jail

Can’t stand the pressure, they fuck around, they go and tell

But I don’t shoot shade

Step back, shoot a fade

Marry the streets young, she toss up the bouquet

Bottle of D’Usse, let’s crusade

Nigga be jelly, they hate the Bigga, touché

Time out on the stove, momma out in the cold

Chain 300 thou', ridin' out in a Rolls

Seats all clean, feet all clean

In prison, I pedal smut, beat off king

He off Henny, he off lean

We all stick together, we all team

Oww!

Yeah

Shout out to all my niggas

East, what’s good?

Shorty wanna be a G

Shorty wanna be a G

Corner of his block, that’s just as far as he could see

That’s as far as he could see