My Type

[Verse 1: G. Twilight]
A street star, selling somas to the pill poppers
But I’m the great grandson of a Black share cropper
We don't know who we are.. but look what we've become
In my heart I know better.. but I still play dumb
I didn't grow up poor, but yet I'm still stuck in these ghetto catacomb
At bottom of the underworld trying to reach the upper echelon
The recession caused my depression.. now I move with aggression
Money is my obsession in my crime related profession
But in the thick of things, I fell in love in the streets
And I only feel peace, when with her ‘tween the sheets
Well connected in the game.. but she pretty and jazzy
I could go to the top with her, like Johnnie Curry did with Cathy
Started off as friends, then became lovers
She wet the bed every time I fuck her
If she hears some niggas plotting on me.. she'll ring the alarm
My little cut-throat Taurus, she can't resist the Cancer charm

[Hook: Most Wanted]
When I look at you I feel something tell me
That you're the kind of man that I could be down for
And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill you
And them the type of niggas I think you should make a move on, boy

[Verse 2: G. Twilight]
These niggas on Bentler? They be doing the most
I know a nigga named "Jamie".. but I’m the real "Ghost"
Throwing salt on my name, but fuck what you saying
Kill that nigga and dump his body in the land of "Kanan"
Send my female goon, she'll get Victoria Secret'd up
Make him think he bout fuck, and then get clapped up
This a Bentler Ave. love thing
Cancer/Taurus gang, gang
Pretty face, big booty but she'll make them "yoppers" bang
We met on "The Mile", but she from "4-1" and I'm from Schoolcraft
She's the light that illuminates this dark path
From nicks to bricks, from pieces to weight
Filet mignon, calamari on our plates
It's deeper than sex.. I’m so happy I got you
This is a game of "Power".. and you are my "Tasha"
Keys, pounds, scripts, nines, Glocks and tecs
It's chess not checkers, my queen got these pawns in check

[Hook: Most Wanted]
When I look at you I feel something tell me
That you're the kind of man that I could be down for
And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill you
And them the type of niggas I think you should make a move on, boy

[Verse 3: G. Twilight]
I'm her type she my type, yeah.. me and my lady
In a trap house kitchen whipping up a “baby”
Oh yeah I kiss the cook, cause she's such a cutie
On the phone with guy, O.T., who wants to buy these cuties
Yeah she cooking up dope, but that's not all she can cook
See, you can't judge a book.. with just one look
And since we in the kitchen.. I’m going to eat her pussy
The kitchen is the perfect place to eat her pussy
From the kitchen, to the dining room table
Two fingers wet on the hand that rocks the cradle
I love breathing her, being near her energy
She'll hide the dope and guns and point out my enemies
Book smart, street smart.. she's the female me
She keeps me on my "P" and "Q" from A to Z
I might be speaking too soon... I could be wrong
But I feel like something good is going on

[Hook: Most Wanted]
When I look at you I feel something tell me
That you're the kind of man that I could be down for
And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill you
And them the type of niggas I think you should make a move on, boy