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gc - war pain lyrics

[intro]

location: chicago
mood: glock with .30
status: i am god yo savior, n-gga

[verse : gc]

i’ll put you in a cell for a week straight
and that’s just me recording mix-tapes
i’m all over these b-tches -sses like i tailgate
she say my d-ck is in good hands like all-state
yeah that’s yo b-tch all in my crib calling me “padre”
been workin’ too d-mn hard like i never had a off day
now i’m about to ball-out like a hole up in my boxers
don’t get in my way!
i’ll send you straight to yo coffin
no time to see no doctors, now yo -ss in a box
like products from betty crocker
don’t f-ck with my team cuz’ ain’t no p-ssies in my roster
you know you a good samaritan b-tch ima’ call you mr. rogers
ima’ start running sh-t boy
you n-ggas’ just some joggers
i don’t play games, but if you wanna play, you can be the cop
ima’ take your life cuz’ i’m the robber
i’m a goblet spitting fire like you see on harry potter
watch me make it rain, that’s a whole lot of money
not some f-ckin’ rain water
d-mn i had love for a big t-tty b-tch named yolanda, man!
i should of known not to trust these hoes
and those were words from my momma
something that hoe wasn’t to her own f-cking daughter
but i just let it go cuz’ sh-t like this make me stronger
see, i just smoke it off with a kush bouquet and let my
problems just fall in my new ashtray. when i sleep, i always dream
time to see the same thing when my eyes open
cuz’ b-tch i am the one
long as in front of one you spell out chosen
my life is a picture as long in front of it you spell out motion
i been getting so high trynna’ see the woman who
birth me, i been getting so high so this pain won’t hurt me
this ain’t a f-cking diss so don’t you dare go and diss me
cuz’ you know i got that fire like the bottom of a chimney
you know i’m cold hearted cuz’ my city real windy
catch me in the hood throwing bullets like a frisbee
if these n-ggas want war best believe they feeling pain
you don’t wanna’ hear my gun talk like charlamagne
n-gga ima’ dog, call me gc the great, dane
man f-ck donald trump and his whole campaign!
n-ggas saying they only want money, i want
money and the fame, so ya’ll can recognize real when
ya’ll see me every m-th-f-ckin’ day
n-ggas thinking they fly, don’t get yo flight postponed
if you claim that you the king, i’ll get yo -ss over-throned
time to take over chicago just like alcapone
and stay running sh-t till’ i’m in my tombstone
i wish a n-gga would try to stop me, then i threw out the wish bone
i don’t let a f-ck-boy talk to me in the wrong tone!
only mathaf-ckas’ here for me is this weed and this microphone
cuz’ n-ggas faker than t-tties filled with silicone
a n-gga low -ss h-ll like there’s b-ss and baritone up in my styrofoam
bet my b-tch will beat yo b-tche’s -ss like holly holm
god d-mn i’m in my zone! i’m about to blow up, atomic bomb
finna’ keep going hard till’ i’m bigger than sean
i swear i got the whole universe up in my palm
these rappers are my students. i know they hear me through
the intercom, and i don’t gang bang since day one
been a shooter that’s a neutron
all these rappers sell outs put they -ss on amazon
i guess these n-ggas want pain if they -ss claiming war
tell em’ n-ggas: lets dance, now they blood is on the dance floor
you better pay yo respects like any other bill that you pay for
time to make wack rappers go extinct like dinosaurs
b-tch i’m at the top why you still below the underscore
my money will stack taller than the great khali
this rap game is like world war iii
i’m about to make you n-ggas never say, “who the f-ck is gc?” gone…

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