G Class Freestyle

Uh, I'ma take y'all to the west side on this one, T-Five I could tell this nigga cappin' from the way he rappin Tattoos on your face don't mean you active, CB4 tactics I ain't gon' lie, deep down inside, I like my bitches ratchet Shakin' ass on top of the whip while swervin' all through traffic James St. Patrick, turn you ghost, they ever catch you lackin Or relaxin', even for a second, don't you get distracted If we beefin', just contact me, you ain't gotta at me Postin' for the pigs, hopin' they see it, not good for the biz Stay close to my cig when it go off the whole block can hear it I just left the range, worked on my aim, stand on top of biz Sub me in the game with the bitch so I can pop my Riz Growin' up, we called it havin' game, the kids call it Riz Pourin' up expensive, champagne, the runts is some serious Got love for my uncle, treat his nephews like they really his Indictin' all the rappers, you gon' tell us shit you really did Inviting all the cracker pigs, now you gotta do a bid I do everything alone, cause everybody tell My lawyer on the cell, he got my zelle, I ain't goin' to jail I swear to God, I'm holdin' on to secrets from like 2012 No cap on everything, I swear I know shit from like 2012 I'm dying with em, right or wrong, I'm with my brother I swear I'm ridin' with him, oh that yo man's you with him too Oh well, you dying with him, that deal was terrible You signed, you shouldn't signed with him Why the f*ck you sign with him Look, I do what I want while niggas doin' what they can I had to take a risk, I shook my fears and took a chance Lil' bitch scanned my wrist, I pumped her ass with both my hands I'm finally knowin' what it feel like, bein the fuckin' man I can never testify, identify, or approach a stand These niggas watchin' what I do, I call these niggas Stan They more concerned with who I screw instead of gettin' bands They more concerned with who I, heh, T5 Westside, Big T5