Gc

Facts

[Verse 1: GC]

GC GC GC I'm balling like Jumpman
GC GC GC I'm balling like Jumpman
This a fucking Jungle I'll swing right by yo block like Tarzan
You better have Allstate nigga cuz' I am the fucking Mayhem
Every time I fuck a bitch she tryna stay for days
Just to give me a blow job don't need a resume
Bitch, I am God in Hell's gateway
These rappers ain't shit
I kill they ass in two that's a double play
Freddy Krueger kill you when you sleep
Or kill you when you wide awake
Keep thinking its all fun and games
I'll kill you at the arcade
You a window shopper staring at some window shade
I got some wings growing out my shoulder blades
I'm about my chips like casinos and like some Frito Lays
Yo bitch wants this horse dick
Bitch not now, I'm going to hit the hay
Haters can't see me like gamma rays
When I walk up in the building, I'm the one you praise
I know you ain't sneak dissing you might wanna rephrase
My team winning bitch like we racing Relays
I'm all about that bread long as there's no mayonaise
It's now or never
Not now and later
Nowadays niggas look for failure
But I ain't going!
Gotta go the extra mile
8 mile
Eminem up in that trailer
This Music shit is my inhaler
I'm up next
I'm impatient
I swear I'm not a waiter
I'm tryina eat, and rappers is my favorite flavor
My flow cold when I rap I'm spitting out glaciers
I hope one day I'll get rich and own a couple acres
My pockets going through labor
Got so many bars
Boy, I'll put you up for Ransom, Jimmy Shaker
Boy I shoot like Paul George, but on some rated R shit
My mind is Iller than Hopsin
Straight outta Chiraq but big shout outs to Compton
Im loaded up with cheese like
I'm in Green Bay, Wisconsin
I'm a Warrior ready to shoot
Curry and Klay Thompson
High up on the moon, walking backwards, Michael Jackson
Yo homies fake, Yo homies acting like someone just yelled out action
My heart cold like Alaska but I ain't Alaskan
I spit Ill, If you get sick, I hope you got an Aspirin
I pull up with that .40 blasting
Shoot yo ass with passion
Me being the best is happening now
Not just something I imagined
I've melted Mic after Mic
You would think I was a dragon
You niggas sleeping on me now I'm at the finish line
Like the Tortoise and the Rabbit
Go check yo bitch she said doing my dick is a habit
These Christians rest and worship me on the day of the Sabbath
I swear I need me a private jet, so no one can check my baggage
My team will live lavish
Haters stay behind feeling famished
Pull out the Glock while he panic
BOOM!
Now he vanished

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