GOOFIN (Freestyle) ft. R 3 C U R $ I V E Lyrics

Said I'm the capital letter G add horns to it

Born in the ghetto my shackles laced and my thoughts brewing

Pass me a mic and I'm more immaculate than conception

Lord please forgive me Lord I'm a sinner Lord keep me winning

Know this life I take for granted

I ain't been the same since Granny die

Pain is locked inside my every atom let's analyze

Generation of the Fig Tree is my contagion

Mama where's the baby

Propaganda, causing panic damn streets is crazy

Sliding in a Johnny wit Rich and we outta tonic

Like why the fuck am driving

Now I'm accessory to Grand Theft Auto

Now we liming

Leave a nigga chicken noodle smoking top ramen

Tryna get the money long as train smoke Thomas

We them niggas bout money don't ever count us out

I ain't never had a doubt

We was really scheming back when Wayne dropped Drought

Back when headshots Young Bob had the baddies out

When Haddy had the Caddy out back when Larry was around

We was selling oil from the soil

Flows hot as shit we bout to boil

You don't fuck wit us then we don't know you

Spent my summers at the lighthouse

Nightfall bring the bikes out

Wheeling I was arrogant

Germantown to American

12 o clockin' we was parallel

Spinning out like a carousel

Drinking Christian wit Maribel

Got her fucking me very well

Now I'm singing like Night and Gale

She let me put it in her booty, got me hard as nails

She a nasty lil devil so we tight as hell

She put me on to L's I put her on to L'z

Santana red flag bandana

Dipset shit I always had the best drip

Seven and 3/8's that's the best fit

So many notches on the belt I look like Elvis

F1's new miskeen tryna dubb this new MC

Mixtape The Fire that's volume one

Ayo run that back let me hear

That shit from the top