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a- flite - for da gz lyrics

(phenom)
uh, huh
all my niggas
take a ride with me on this one
show you something how we livin’
y’know
it’s for the g’z, man

(a- flite)
it’s for the g’z, let’s go!
this is for the g’z
in the cut, rollin’ up trees
whether its that fire or green
there’s enough to supply the whole team

(phenom)
this is how it pans out, look
stop looking at the next man with yo greedy hands out
the nigga gettin’ money, somehow always stands out (you see me)
hood b-tches gave me game while the streets gave me my name
the block so hot, niggas could go up in flames (its hot)
don’t wave the white flag, don’t think about a treuce
the devil on our backs, hangin’ on the triple goose eum
we’re going half crazy tryna shake the fucker loose, running
but still fightin’, like quincy and juice
and if you watchin’, know that
this is how i ride
all around the city
with mary jane by my side
we together so much now they call us bonnie and clyde
and i just bought a home straight from the trap
better yet, brought it home like a-rod at bat
and i blaze one up, while i’m lightin’ up another
got me paranoid maybe you were undercover
my mind’s sharper than an arrow
most niggas fold up
when they stare into the long arm of that cold steel barrel
the fiends gettin’ high while police ridin’ by
but the real hustlers will forever supply c’mon

(a- flite)
this is for the g’z (it’s only right that the problem go ahead and)
in the cut, rollin’ up trees (that’s what he does man, naw mean?
whether its that fire or green (yup)
there’s enough to supply the whole team (uh huh)

this is for the g’z, you know i got chu
we in the cut rollin trees where no one can spot you
and we’re doin’ everything that they tell us not to
still we’ll leave you topless, same way the drop do
but as we keep it rollin’, cuz flite keeps it rollin’
cause all of my people wanna share a l-ss
as the pilot higher than his own aircraft (that’s high, man)
flyer than a 757, or one of those planes that crased on 9/11
every track i get on, i run like reverend
stay up in yo lane, cause ayy bay bay, i’m no chris
i’m a hurricane, courtesy of mary jane (mary jane!)
i’m peter parker, if the price is right
i’ll be your bob barker
then let’s break it up, roll it up and spark ‘er
yeah! best believe that!
this that real rap nigga and we need dat
you already know! (yup)
if it ain’t about the green then i gotta go
whether it’s weed or dough
we full time grinders, y’all niggas semi-pro
whoa!

this is for the g’z
in the cut, rollin’ up trees
whether its that fire or green
there’s enough to supply the whole team

(phenom)
yeah… y’know
-ss big
ayo flite
p-ss that, man

(a- flite)
you know i’m right here man
it’s nothin’, relax
i got this!
heh

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