G.O.M.D (Live)

You wanna know just where I'm at

Let me tell you 'bout it

I put the city on the map

Let me tell you 'bout it

They tried to say I can't come back

Aye, let me tell you 'bout it

Man, fuck them ****'s, I come back

And let me tell you 'bout it

I wanna tell you 'bout it

Hands up, e'rybody run

Cole outside and he say he gotta gun

**** like, man, that's what everybody said

Go and pop the trunk and now everybody dead

Everybody scared of the ****

Aware that the **** is better

All my bitches the pick of the litter

Never bitter, **** is faker than anime

Me, I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, whoa

Eat the cake, bitch, eat the damn cake

Fuck good, ****, we demand great

Order Domino's then she take off all her clothes

****, you know how it go, make the pizza man wait

Hold up, hold up, hold up

The best kept secret

Even hoes try to keep it and I leak the damn tape

Ugh, rest in peace any **** want beef

Secret service couldn't keep the man safe

I said, to the window, to the wall

My **** ride when I call

Got bitches all in my mind

Fuck **** blocking my shine

I know the reason you feel the way

I know just you wanna be

So every day, I thank the man upstairs

That I ain't you and you ain't me

Get off my dick, whoa

Get off my dick, whoa

Get off my dick, whoa

Get off my dick, whoa

Man, fuck them ****

I come home and I don't tell nobody

They getting temporary dough and I don't tell nobody

Lord, will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobody

I wanna go back to Jermaine and I won't tell nobody

This is the part that the thugs skip

Young **** never had love

You know, foot massage, back rub shit

Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit

That is until I met you

Together, we done watch years go by

Seen a river of your tears go by

Got me thinking 'bout some kids, still I

Tell them hoes, come through

The breakup

Get to know somebody and you really learn a lot about 'em

Won't be long 'fore you start to doubt 'em

Tell yourself you're better off without 'em

Then in time you will find, can't walk without

Can't talk without, can't breathe without 'em

Came here together, you can't leave without

So you walk back in, make a scene about

On your a Marie's

It's just one thing about 'em, it's called love

**** don't sing about it no more

Don't nobody sing about it no more

**** too busy turning up and shit, get money

It's called love

**** don't sing about it no more

Don't nobody sing about it no more

****, I don't sing about this shit no more

But every **** in the club singing

To the window, to the wall

My **** ride when I call

Got bitches all in my mind

Fuck **** blocking my shine

I know the reason you feel the way

I know just you wanna be

So every day, I thank the man upstairs

That I ain't you and you ain't me

Get off my dick

But every **** in the club singing

Singing this song, yeah

Got all the bitches in the club singing

Singing this song, yeah

And all the mama's let their kids sing it

Sing this song, yeah

The baby mamas and the mistresses

Whoa

Oh, shit

Oh, up top, what's up

Hey

Why every rich black **** gotta be famous

Why every broke black **** gotta be brainless

That's stereotype

Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights

Here's scenario

Young Cole pocket's fat like Lil' Terio

Dreamville, give us a year, we'll be on every show

Yeah, fuck ****, I'm very sure

Fuck the rest, I'm the best **** out

When I'm back home, I'm the best in the South

When I'm in L.A., I'm the best in the West

You can test, you can test, I'ma stress **** out

I'ma stress **** out

That go for all y'all, if I left **** out

This shit for everybody on my testicle

Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth