G.O.M.D

To the window, to the wall, My nigga ride when I call, Got bitches all in my

mind, Fuck nigga blocking my shine, I know the reason you feel the way

I know just who you wan' be, so stay away from between me, better wish

that i don't come toward you, cause you don't wanna deal with me, probably

should run before you start going against me,

 

 

Get off my dick, woah, Get off my dick bitch, nigga, get off my dick, woah

get off my dick nigga, woah

 

 

(this the part that the thugs skip)

 

Young nigga never had nothing, just a street and a crowd busting, maybe

that is something, never had a father, nah, never had a house, none

,nah, couldn't even stand for himself, couldn't even fend for himself,

now he sits there and dwells now, all these people making fun of him now,

turned him into a god about now, now they wanna act all soft, i really wanted

to knock one out, already broken, and alone.

 

 

I could never comeback and never talk about it, my mind is left screaming,

i wanna shout about it, but my confidence isn't doing something about it,

never appeared, nothing 'bout it, now they wanna act about it, now they

wannabe about it, now they wanna act about it, now they wanna be about

it.

 

 

 

To the window, to the wall, My nigga ride when I call, Got bitches all in my

mind, Fuck nigga blocking my shine, I know the reason you feel the way

I know just who you wan' be, so stay away from between me, better wish

that i don't come toward you, cause you don't wanna deal with me, probably

should run before you start going against me.