J.W.G

I know you don't have the manpower to
Protect the uptown streets, but I do

Yeah
Frank Zappa off the brass knuckle
Might have another flashback to my last scuffle
Swear I need some stained glass for all my past trouble
Cash double 'til the squad up like I'm stacked bundles
Ash tumble off the edge of my cigarette
I'll only fuck a bitch when I'm impressed by her silhouette
Pistol threat at the casino for a hit of Nino
Diggin' in the stack, yeah, to find a hidden needle
Slick as Greedles but my hair look like I quit the Beatles
Citrus in the Tito's got me in the Libo like De Niro
Rip the C-note, rollin' reefer on the tablecloth
Got my shorty wearin' Versace, then make her take it off
Pay the cost of whatever it takes to earn respect
Razor marks on my resume, still defer the rest
Burn the check after I make a million dollars
Probably see me posted up like some James Worthy goggles
Puerto Rican women say I look like Triple H
Anything I ever sold, it was official grade
Flipped the page with a wizard cane
Now these fans listen to my music in every city in fifty states
Pillowcase to your face make the shells muffle
Youngins on the corner before they could even spell "hustle"
Braille puzzles, I don't see no evil
Lot of y'all don't even like me 'cause our egos equal, uh
And it's clear that I could read those people
So I keep it in the fam just like Gambino's people, uh
Read the modern hieroglyphics of the city streets
Up on all this state property like Chris and Neef
Y'all some amateurs, I'm sittin' in a different league
Solid brick, the novel author often spit that chip your teeth
The kid treat industry buildings like it's a trick-or-treat
Spliff the weed and listen to how they intrigued by his mystique, uh
Haha, yeah

My blood is too thick for Nevada. I've never been
Able to properly explain myself in this climate
You don't know anything about where I'm comin'
From because it's mind-bogglin' to your ears
You're only alive because of me, motherfucker
I let you live, by the grace of God