G’s Perspective

Who seen me, they said I was back in black (like who) Houdini
With murderous fundamentals the street game was essential
I'm 17, heaven had never seen me I'm invisible
Drama got mamma feelin dude I love that
(but fuck that)
Had to get physical, witnessing individuals
Turn criminal before your vision killin' niggas with premonition
Got niggas that auditioned, with ammunition for some grip'n take the shit beyond set trippin'
I'm death wishing on a mission
Fatally attracted, to paper stackin' who's the mackin' that can't escape the fact how this nigga Draper got me actin'
Told me Mr. don't ever let your grip fall
Love it all, so fuck Cristal I hit the ghetto with some Henndogg
(Send ya'll some love) it's Mr. Mike still smokin' from Queens to Oakland, kryptonite got niggas choking
Dealers provoking killas to open up fire in the ghetto, I'm trying to get mo' (why) the hood I just can't let go

I see shit through G shit that's my perspective. With grip worldwide paper chasing on a mission. Nothing is free see I'm out to get mine
Hell rain snow or sunshine can't get left behind. X2

I'm gettin' no sleep cause slowly they wanna murder me like [?]
Fuck the police them tricks can blow me
If only real niggas survive
As these get high
Real niggas realize
That real niggas can die
Now I'm plottin' and plannin'
Scanning for spinach
Never diminish a new beginning position my riches remain endless
Exist with wickedness, from Genesis to Revelations
Elevate conversations to rule the nation
No longer contemplating suicidal missions
Avoid the cops pop the Glock
Slam heads for your ignition
Now who is it?
It's Mr. Mr. 23 of age
By the time I'm 25 I might be spotted on the front page
From Broadway to Wall Street I mob discrete
Catch up or get caught up brought up to fall deep
So ya'll peep the game as it was proposed to those imaginary friends but in the end they turned foes

I see shit through G shit that's my perspective. With grip worldwide paper chasing on a mission. Nothing is free see I'm out to get mine
Hell rain snow or sunshine can't get left behind. X2

Let's cause disruption my cup run-ith over
Witness the ghetto solder, can Mr. make his quota?
Smokin' hazes like weed proceed to stick gauges in they ribcages
Final chapter would never end in pages
Who's dangerous?
I'm like Luciano with mobsters
With more bounce in my ounces then Roger
Pearl Harbor
Bomb like that
Niggas can't see me with telescopic surgery
Misery attack the wack MC
Who brings the pain
My method-mane, is complicated
Niggas get confiscated won't make his funeral he's cremated
Debated they hate it drop gangsta shit for the '96
While I twist a fly bitch and a high wrist go buy this
Exuberant, lavish, abundant, murder massacre unfasten ya belt
That shit won't help when I'm blasting ya
Haven't you ever heard of a, killa?
I gots to get this million dollar bill so label me the dope dealer

I see shit through G shit that's my perspective. With grip worldwide paper chasing on a mission. Nothing is free see I'm out to get mine
Hell rain snow or sunshine can't get left behind. X2