G-Throne

Sitting in my G-Throne blue tooth no headphones flipping through beats No stereo on trying to think what song Imma drop next My greatest creation manifest in my Cerebellum Translated to my Medulla Oblongata What's next come straight out of my neck Mic check Mic check Jmoney gets his respect any town I'm at Motherfuckers wanna know when I'm coming back I ain't doing this shit just for me I'm doing this shit for my family tree So once I'm dead and gone God call me home they can enjoy all my royalties But not those unloyalties I forgive you for all the wrong you done to me But it ain't forgetting Living wills written You got something coming Bitch you must be kidding good riddance Jmoney ain't bullshitting my clocks ticking so Imma keep on whipping Like the pots I use to scrap clean to bag up grams For my dream to make green I caught the new strain It's called the microphone fiend little different same hustle but it seems Jmoney is the man rapping in English so you understand Free style or write a rhyme on demand gimme the plan Open up your mind like a tin can tin man Toucan Sam fruit loopy Your music and videos straight dooky Don't like what I'm saying then sue me make a move please We can take it to another song call your groupies if you got them Sitting in my G-throne blue tooth no headphones flipping through beats No stereo on trying to think which song Imma drop next My greatest creation manifest in my cerebellum Translated to my medulla oblongata what's next out my neck I got a short fuse and a full clip Don't talk shit I just open up and let her rip Sitting in my G-throne blue tooth no headphones flipping through beats No stereo on trying to think what song Imma drop next