Ghetto Gods Freestyle Lyrics – Dreamville
Yeah
A lot of talk about what’s Atlanta and what’s not
You wanna see what Atlanta is?
You know what I mean? Reassurance
Too easy
*** your ***, though (Gangsta Grizzillz)
EARTHGANG, home worldwide
Home certified, gon’ testify
Price for a feature, gon’ cost your life
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Where you goin’? Where you goin’? Hold on
Bruh, hold on (Who me?)
*** that ***
***, EARTHGANG, home worldwide
Home certified, gon’ testify
Price for a feature, that’ll cost your life
*** your top ten, what your top five?
You in the presence of the most ***
Speak with the tongue of the most fly
A couple of stars in the roof, it’s two
I’m really a star, my ***, the proof
I father the youth, I taught them the truth
I show them the lies, I open they eyes
The real niggas rise, it’s diamonds inside
Okay, it’s my turn, the turn of the tides
I pray up to God
Don’t *** with the schools or government
Laws or none of they rules
The media lie every day on the tube
Tupac with a billi, my everyday move (Get ’em)
***’ money up, hit my baby mama up
Who you with? *** that ***, I’m pullin’ up
Threw a brick through a *** Uber-Lyft
Knew he was a ***, knew he try to dip
I be lyin’ say I do it for the kid
I just really *** with doing stupid ***
White crowds like I’m Hootie and the Fish
***’ on a freaky moody lil’ ***
I don’t ever stick around to shoot the ***
FaceTime nine times out of ten
I be in the whip, droppin’ off the jit
Droppin’ off some ***
Sand bars with me like I’m Michael Vick
Chopper ate a *** up, Kyle Pitts
Sandlot, big dog, I’m a beast
[?] populate the pics
Pick a ring, flick
Pinky ring pink
*** real pink
(Talk your ***, Tit) Sink, okay
I’m on my way, want me get in there?
Been a real *** turned millionaire
Why you sittin’ there?
I’ll make a million dollars by the time you been got up and did your hair
Far as Louis Vuitton, I got sixty pair—you could pick a pair
In the fruit fight, you couldn’t pick a pear
Some might say a grammatical error
My granddad had a Chrysler LeBaron
Then my dad caught prison time
Mom start cryin’, *** up her mascara
My trap house had a long-ass line
Twelve for the ***, it’s porcupine
Stuck like truck
*** them fines, *** that court
Young Black ***, I ain’t tryna be broke
Young Black ***, I ain’t tryna be broke
Rolled ’em dice, then rebuck
Take the dough then re-up (Mm)
My new crib like my ego
‘Cause that *** is big as ***
Toni
Let me explain something
Every time you hear my voice
I’m thinkin’ Mount Rushmore
And there’s only a couple spots available
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
In this case, only the legacy we leave behind
Just make sure you quote me when I’m gone
(Gangsta Grizzillz)