Lil' Keke - I’m a G Lyrics

Lyrics I’m a G - Lil' Keke




Got to be a G 'til the day that I die
Got to be a G 'til the day that I die
Got to be a G 'til the day that I die
Got to be a G 'til the day that I die
I got to be a G
Real niggas stand up
OG's stand up
Crumbs to bricks nigga
I come from nothing
Lord have mercy, momma done raised a real thug
Me and my daddy cool but he showed me tough love
15, I was outside getting grown
By this time my old man had done moved on
Momma couldn't drive so she didn't have a car
And I could still see my T-lady walking far
Sweat on her face, purse and a grocery bag
Me and my sister, shit, that's all we ever had
Stuck my chest out, became the man of the house
Now I'm the bread winner, go get it at any cost
Flipping burgers, washing cars, and cutting yards
I graduated to cooking soft and selling hard
High school is over with, I'm on a path
To more hoes, more dough, and a new slab
I'm a B.G., hard headed, so fly
But I'm a gangster and like this 'til I die
Know what I'm saying?
Got to be a G 'til the day that I die
Got to be a G 'til the day that I die
Got to be a G 'til the day that I die
Got to be a G 'til the day that I die
Got to be a G, real niggas stand up
Got to be a G, OG's stand up
Got to be a G, I'm still here
Got to be a G 'til the day that I die
Hey, I'll be a gangster 'til they put me on my death bed
Don T, I'm a G, nigga, enough said
I'm on a different level still, I be loved by few
It's slow motion, man, my whole mind trapped and screwed
It's been 10 years, game's been off and on
What a blessing though, still here going strong
Niggas spit in my face and talk down on me
It's all good, I bounce back, what it do homie
Cheaters always end up in second place
I'm on a marathon, haters just sweat on my face
I put a mark in his place and then carry on
You niggas just hit the scene, man, I been gone
Walk a mile in my shoe and you done made history
It ain't over 'til the whole fam done seen victory
God please, is there heaven for a misled thug?
Welcome to my life, this is what I'm made of
Got to be a G 'til the day that I die
Got to be a G 'til the day that I die
Got to be a G 'til the day that I die
Got to be a G 'til the day that I die
Got to be a G, real niggas stand up
Got to be a G, OG's stand up
Got to be a G, I'm here nigga
Got to be a G 'til the day that I die
Fuck a diploma, I'm smothered in the dro aroma
Still on probation, if I piss then I'm a goner
Catch a pistol case 'fore I leave it at the crib
Welcome to Herschelwood, soldiers get it how they live
A million blocks but they all end at one road
The street's a motherfucker, ride 'til the car explode
Niggas lose your vest, I'm taking head shots
Fuck a news story, evidence and sub plots
Pressure bust a pipe, kept it real and stayed at it
Them old snitch niggas know the game and still ratted
I'm at the weed house with 20 bags of 3 for 10's
I had a closed mind, I wasn't listening back then
Stuck in one spot, trying to learn to manage money
Fuck them Air Jordans, the sky ain't forever sunny
Keep a full clip, jackers might wanna visit
I'm a G, chasing down the same meal ticket
Got to be a G 'til the day that I die
Got to be a G 'til the day that I die
Got to be a G 'til the day that I die
Got to be a G 'til the day that I die



Writer(s): Leroy Williams


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