Quin Nfn, Mozzy - G Route feat. Mozzy

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Cio\nOoh, ooh\nOoh-ooh, ooh\nMove from the cave to the beach front\nStill tryna fly P’s out\nThankin' God, I took the G route\nThey respect it, we don’t need clout\nHad to grind to get my tee out\nQuin the MVP now, these niggas ain’t 'bout what we 'bout\nWhen it’s cold, we bring the heat out\nThey killin' us with our hands up\nWe just tryna run our bands up\nAnd I was taught to man up\nKnock 'em down if niggas stand up\nBut they didn’t understand us\nIt’s nothin' they cand hand us\nLotta snakes get in the way\n'Cause niggas hatin' that I ain’t regular, I’m fed up\nI be kidnappin' cabbage, duffle baggin' it up\nI got the Mossberg in the crib, could fill up gas with this punk (We on)\nI pulled up, and they like, «Sir, please, put the bags in the trunk»\n(Let's do it)\nI said, «The engine in the back, let’s put the bags in the front (Come on)\nSee we was out there in the streets, the paper slow with the job\nDrop the roof upon the Beam, I feel closer to God\nI got a hoe but she like bitches, we might have a ménage\nAnd I roll with the squad like fisherman, I’m exposin' the road\nI shot the ground but never spoke it (We on)\nIt’s my time and niggas know it (I promise)\nNiggas propably think I’m coachin', how these plays get put in motion (We gone)\nI can’t help but I was chosen\nWe ain’t movin' off emotion (At all)\nAll these diamonds got me frozen\nNow I’m ballin' like DeRozan\nI be feelin' like I’m Pac or like I’m Big or somethin'\nMaybe even Snoop, I really smoked more dope than Wiz or somethin'\nCall me Dr. Phil, a couple bills to take his kids\nI just play dumb, I’m numb but still act like I’m feelin' somethin', uh\nMove from the cave to the beach front\nStill tryna fly P’s out\nThankin' God, I took the G route\nThey respect it, we don’t need clout\nHad to grind to get my tee out\nQuin the MVP now, these niggas ain’t 'bout what we 'bout\nWhen it’s cold, we bring the heat out\nThey killin' us with our hands up\nWe just tryna run our bands up\nAnd I was taught to man up\nKnock 'em down if niggas stand up\nBut they didn’t understand us\nIt’s nothin' they cand hand us\nLotta snakes get in the way\n'Cause niggas hatin' that I ain’t regular, I’m fed up\nTold you I’ma hold you down\nMake the suckas tone it down\nAin’t no more lil' bracelets on our wrists, we rockin' Rollies now\nGotta keep that pole around, this joker ran me forty thou', it’s nothin' though\nForgis with the buttons on 'em\nKnow we finna get up on 'em\nGorilla that’s on everythang, I’m tryna drop this hunnid on 'em\nOpposition dressin' up, 'cause we just scored a bucket on 'em\nFuck 'em homie, bitch get on my nerves and I’ma fuck her homie\nNiggas in the peen speakin' down, 'cause I nothin' for 'em\nLil' bro went down for that lil' homie, bitch I love you for it\nHeard you got like thirty K to spend, bitch I’ma plug you for it\nG-O-D, long as I’m in power, baby, we gon' eat\nEverybody in my squad just ballin', nigga three on three\nForever in my favor if you fall off, you can lean on me\nGot an altercation and it’s gangsta, come get geeked for me\nI got you dawg\nEvery trip I took, you know they dropped me off, I knocked it off\nIf you ain’t 'bout NFN, nigga knock it off\nMove from the cave to the beach front\nStill tryna fly P’s out\nThankin' God, I took the G route\nThey respect it, we don’t need clout\nHad to grind to get my tee out\nQuin the MVP now, these niggas ain’t 'bout what we 'bout\nWhen it’s cold, we bring the heat out\nThey killin' us with our hands up\nWe just tryna run our bands up\nAnd I was taught to man up\nKnock 'em down if niggas stand up\nBut they didn’t understand us\nIt’s nothin' they cand hand us\nLotta snakes get in the way\n'Cause niggas hatin' that I ain’t regular, I’m fed up\nNo, no\nNo, no\nNo-no\nNo-no\nI’m fed up, no, no\nNo, no\nHmm, hmm