If You Don't Know

I wave them up high just like big poppa.
Hoes love us and they just can't stop us.
Trying to take my momma out the hood quickly.
Even though I know the hood would be mad the day I leave.
Would my enemies for life, it's on.
Whats right from wrong. To the homies rest in peace if your gone.
My name is lil g. Slash blue devil. Slash king enemy.
Drinking on hennessy. Fucking with the finest broads

The life of a boss. My son sits right across.
And I don't trust know one. It's stuck in my mind.
Fuck friends, take gods advice. I can hear them tell me that you ain't with it.
The ones that act tuff are the ones that start snitching.
I ain't never done that and I never will. My big homies wont allow it.
And thats real. Motherfuckers talk about the things that I do.
But I think you should stop cause I don't give a mad fuck about you.

Cause if you don't know, now you know.
I do what I want cause I'm a gangsta, who the fuck you suppose to be.
I say what I want. Cuz I'm a gangsta. It don't mean shit to me.
I brush it off, I brush it off. I stay shinning like my jewelry.
I brush it off, I brush it off, I hope you feel offended by my jewelry
Two things that kill a man. The rise to power

And the jealously from another man. I try to tell them but they wont listen.
The lil homies need money so we back on another mission.
Robbing, extortion. Only 16 and girls getting abortions.
I can't imagine that all for my son. Letting it go down, shit you got me fucked up.
That's my pride, everything I love. Lil danny, bg the king's son.
I'm back with another one. Plats to get money
Posted in the hood with a bag of drugs and a stack of thugs.
A small scale. My life in between a papers lines. Oh well.
Double-nine taking your customers
The last ones to stand would be the hustlers.

I do what I want cause I'm a gangsta, who the fuck you suppose to be.
I say what I want. Cuz I'm a gangsta.
It don't mean shit to me. I brush it off, I brush it off.
I stay shinning like my jewelry.
I brush it off, I brush it off, I hope you feel offended by my jewelry
I roll with made motherfuckers. Marijuana-cocaine paid motherfuckers.
Like on some cartel movie shit. They went and bought them all
So you know we gotta go move it quick.
This rap shit, I'm having fun with it

Bitches don't like you cause you to thug with it.
I don't like you neither, cause you act hard.
Just like kanye said it, thats when you die hard.
And I ain't trying to clown, I'm hear to motivate.
The ones that got skills, I initiate.
Locked up in the room with some headphones.
Writing about the lonely nights in the ghetto.
Or writing stories about my ex-bitches.
Some good. Some, I wish I never met bitches.

Cause if you don't know, now you know.
I do what I want cause I'm a gangsta, who the fuck you suppose to be.
I say what I want. Cuz I'm a gangsta.
It don't mean shit to me. I brush it off, I brush it off.
I stay shinning like my jewelry.
I brush it off, I brush it off, I hope you feel offended by my jewelry.