WELCOME TO THE (G.D.O.C.) (feat. Pella daGoat, Stinky Ghost & Ty daReal 1)

Backwoods, Phantom Records, it's Da Legend G Motherfuckin' 7 Mr. pale face up in this bitch, y'all know what the f*ck goin' on I'm locked in with that boy Pella the motherfuckin' GOAT My brothers Ty and Stinky Ghost You know what it is, ill la familia Only ill gone recognize ill I'm sendin' shouts out to my big bro for makin' a Lot of people believe in ghosts The same way he's done made a lot of y'all believe in ghosts I done made a lot of y'all hail the pale, you know what I'm sayin' 16-6, lmf, I love Loyalty Y'all know I'm Ghost Face and Pale Face reppin And ill la familia, steppin', f*ck you mean I'll, la familia Ladies and gentlemen, fluesies and simpletons It's time to rearrange the format, cave yo temple In and we ain't takin' no losses, that's why we win again Soon as that game even starts then watch it begin again I'll always be what you see until the game change The reflection in the mirror don't even look the same But even when shit get bad, I really can't complain Cause I done hit rock bottom, now I'm flyer than a plane Feels like I changed the world, since I done changed my life I blame it on my girl, I changed her to my wife And she done made me be the man I always had inside Showin' me how to grow, by lettin' go of pride And these folks wish they could slide me, but they never will Only real gon' stand beside me, boy, y'all better chill And now you know that I'm with it, boy, you can come and get it Cause you know we on the front lines, yeah, the fams forever ill We f*ck these bitches, f*ck monogamy Dirty butts and gutter sluts We kick that shit like we a soccer team Yep Cut that cornbread and go and get them collard greens That Mac 11 dirty, but all of these llamas clean Deep up in this shit like it's Monopoly They spin the block if you ain't who you tryin' to be Shut em down And when it's war, we want blood, ain't no coppin' pleas, know that Leave yo ass slumped sittin' in them robber jeans Yep Inside caviar, outside spaghetti And where I'm from, we ain't the ordinary, ordinary, unique We used to ride hotbox like we supported Bentley And everybody on my team upscorin' Heavy I'll la familia Eye ball the work if the scale broke And I don't see none of these dudes, I'm in brail mode Mob style, we'll push your ass off of a sail, boat I'll You gotta stick to the script like Velcro And every dog ain't yo Doberman, Pincher Mutts And these hoes just a Boa Constrictor Ratchets And the world just a cobra with venom Slime And we out here like a colan dispenser Yeah Yo, welcome to the G.D.O.C. Georgia Department of Motherfuckin' Corruptions Yo, you know what the f*ck goin' on Thumbs down, pinkies up, yo We won't stop until we on top Until then we goin' off like alarm clocks You thought you seen it all, you ain't seen enough We winnin' over here and we still heatin' up If you won't smoke, let them heaters tuck We been gettin' money, my pockets green as f*ck Silly little rabbit, you a cartoon We in the war room, this is how a boss moves You see my whole crew, we some gladiators You and all them little dudes, with you aggravatin And these guns with me, look like they come with tracers You better get your girl, she all on the flavor I keep that fire with me, like we doing welding Department of Corruptions, we all convicted felons All rats gotta die, we don't do no tellin Life's a motherfuckin' gamble, tell me how you betting I don't care what you sayin', I don't care what you said I'll never be a peasant, I hustle everyday That's why I'm with the legend, and y'all just in the way You won't ever get your blessings if all you gon' do is pray You gotta match the effort, and never stop your grind Cause folks fold under that pressure, I see it all the time Don't ever get it twisted, hey, I'm forever with it Unless you with the fam, you need to keep your distance I'm around the snakes and fakes, them folks will cap you down But I done graduated, don't need no cap and gown And, this department down in Georgia show you what it take You can smell the corruption as soon as you walk through the gates Get the f*ck out my face, and let me show you different Because I'm with my brother, brock, so y'all should probably listen I'm standing with precision, never standing on division I'm runnin' with the realest, and I ain't about to Mention I'm Ghost Face reppin', and Pale Face steppin The choppers got the answers, for all your fuckin' questions I'm throwin' up the sevens, yeah, I'm a loaded weapon I don't know him, I wasn't there dog And probably never met them I make yo girl holla, she call me Big Papa And I ain't bout to stop her, do we got a problem I'm screaming hoogee, y'all boys some coochie That little shit that y'all doin', don't even move me It's Ill-Fam-Duck, and we don't give a f*ck Thumbs down, pinkies up, middle fingers up If it's up then it's stuck, f*ck you talkin' about Y'all know what the f*ck goin' on Yeah, it's the legend G.7, man I'm OG CEO status, what the f*ck you mean I don't need Narra Kracker to vouch for me My name Been ringin' bells throughout the motherfuckin' chain gang Y'all know what the f*ck goin' on Pendo made it