Текст песни What You Expect - DUG-G

Ayy, Yo, G

Being real or living in a tale
Who is down for whatever
I just wanna see this world change, forever
It's time to come together like The Beatles
Stop killing one another, so much trouble, that's not even fair
Yo, that's your brother, don't act like that doesn't matter
I feel like the end is near
What the world have come to G
Had to stop giving game for free
So much dirt, they can't even mask it anymore
Shed so much tears
If you try me you'll fail, describe me with one word
It would be fearless
Ain't afraid of nothing other than the God G
Truly love Pac but my heart turned cold homie
I don't care about shit anymore
These days, no one cares about real shit anyway
I just wanna party and bullshit baby
Don't need permission from anybody

Fucked around with the pen
Turned into a Glock
Still in the same block
3 Years later still the same rapper G
Never changed never will homie
You know I don't know wtf you expect from me
Fucked around with the pen
Turned into a Glock
Still in the same block
3 Years later still the same rapper G
Never changed never will homie
You know I don't know wtf you expect from me
Bitch what you expect

As the years passed, OJ turned into mimosas
So much weed smoke up in the air
The past is getting too old to fear
Left it all in the ashtray full of roaches
Nowadays, I don't care

Why can't we all just relax homie
Lodi Dodi, we likes to party
We cause no trouble
Put the weed smoke up in the air
Like I'm Snoop D.O double G
Followed the footsteps of the OGs
Now my name got two G's on it
Used to trip over bitches
Now we know they nothing but tricks
They think they slick with it
They want the free drinks
Rather play games with the pussy
Than being independent
Not even Marshall Mathers
Can handle this shadiness
Baby, you play nothing but games
When it comes to drama
You make Shakespeare roll over his grave
Now It's a fuckin shake-sphere
I guess it's the same old song
And we are running circles in it
Life is like a cycle, bicycle ride with no ending point
Dropped couple pounds looking handsomer with it
I'm getting nicer and flyer baby
Left the past behind me
Buried it in fuckin box, my heart don't feel any desire to be loved
No love left in me so party and bullshit with me baby

Fucked around with the pen
Turned into a Glock
Still in the same block
3 Years later still the same rapper G
Never changed never will homie
You know I don't know wtf you expect from me
Bitch
Fucked around with the pen
Turned into a Glock
Still in the same block
3 Years later still the same rapper G
Never changed never will homie
You know I don't know wtf you expect from me
Bitch

As the years passed, OJ turned into mimosas
So much weed smoke up in the air
The past is getting too old to fear
Left it all in the ashtray full of roaches
Nowadays, I don't care