G.T.G. (feat. $now)

It's ridiculous how I'm feeling it spitting it ripping it flipping it like an acrobat Jump on a beat and I start killing it Going through it, so my room full of empty bottles I don’t need no bitch this microphone be my only model Constantly thinking, fill my mind with prescription Wonder if god is there and if he is I hope he listens Cause I know he watching over me, life be full of blessings and lessons Ain't no time to be stressing so for now I'm just flexing I need my cash back shoutout Kashblack that's that wordplay Your girl throw it back just like it's thursday Ya heard me It's the MC microphone checker Everybody knows me ain't nobody better than me Yours truly These hoes wanna do me Hop up on my wave me and my team we be cruising We riding we riding these hoes they be trifling You analyzing my rhyming I'm out here steady vibing I been balling with no option Hoping I start popping Fly away like mary poppins The way I spit it yeah it's shocking Ain't no flopping ain't no stopping At my door they keep on knocking At the top there ain't no falling Gotta go the money calling like All that bullshit you talking bout it gotta go All that fake shit you doing yeah it gotta go I'm on the grind like everyday girl I gotta go I get the check and check out baby adios All that bullshit you talking bout it gotta go All that fake shit you doing yeah it gotta go I'm on the grind like everyday girl I gotta go I get the check and check out baby adios Psychologically suffering spitting sick shit Mentally I'm a misfit Physically fucking flipping And anybody at me attacking Better back up boy I'm blasted I'm driving drunk I'm dismantled Reality really rapid I'm on a high To bring me down like bringing jesus out the sky I feel like Mark Henry everytime I'm in the ride I'm flexing on these peasants everytime I'm driving by Gold pendent on my necklace every diamond really shine A salad on my body walking round with all these karats It's a jungle I'm the lion you n***** talk like parrots I'm hungry on the grind til I'm somewhere out in Paris Hustlin' for the sport, now I'm ballin' Clifford Harris All that bullshit you talking bout it gotta go All that fake shit you doing yeah it gotta go I'm on the grind like everyday girl I gotta go I get the check and check out baby adios All that bullshit you talking bout it gotta go All that fake shit you doing yeah it gotta go I'm on the grind like everyday girl I gotta go I get the check and check out baby adios