WELCOME TO THE ft. Pella daGoat, Stinky Ghost & Ty daReal 1 Lyrics

Backwoods, Phantom Records, it's Da Legend G Motherfuckin' 7

Mr. pale face up in this bitch, y'all know what the fuck goin' on

I'm locked in with that boy Pella the motherfuckin' GOAT

My brothers Ty and Stinky Ghost

You know what it is, ill la familia

Only ill gone recognize ill

I'm sendin' shouts out to my big bro for makin' a Lot of people believe in ghosts

The same way he's done made a lot of y'all believe in ghosts

I done made a lot of y'all hail the pale, you know what I'm sayin'

16-6, lmf, I love Loyalty

Y'all know I'm Ghost Face and Pale Face reppin

And ill la familia, steppin', fuck you mean

I'll, la familia

Ladies and gentlemen, fluesies and simpletons

It's time to rearrange the format, cave yo temple

In and we ain't takin' no losses, that's why we win again

Soon as that game even starts then watch it begin again

I'll always be what you see until the game change

The reflection in the mirror don't even look the same

But even when shit get bad, I really can't complain

Cause I done hit rock bottom, now I'm flyer than a plane

Feels like I changed the world, since I done changed my life

I blame it on my girl, I changed her to my wife

And she done made me be the man I always had inside

Showin' me how to grow, by lettin' go of pride

And these folks wish they could slide me, but they never will

Only real gon' stand beside me, boy, y'all better chill

And now you know that I'm with it, boy, you can come and get it

Cause you know we on the front lines, yeah, the fams forever ill

We fuck these bitches, fuck monogamy

Dirty butts and gutter sluts

We kick that shit like we a soccer team

Yep

Cut that cornbread and go and get them collard greens

That Mac 11 dirty, but all of these llamas clean

Deep up in this shit like it's Monopoly

They spin the block if you ain't who you tryin' to be

Shut em down

And when it's war, we want blood, ain't no coppin' pleas, know that

Leave yo ass slumped sittin' in them robber jeans

Yep

Inside caviar, outside spaghetti

And where I'm from, we ain't the ordinary, ordinary, unique

We used to ride hotbox like we supported Bentley

And everybody on my team upscorin' Heavy

I'll la familia

Eye ball the work if the scale broke

And I don't see none of these dudes, I'm in brail mode

Mob style, we'll push your ass off of a sail, boat

I'll

You gotta stick to the script like Velcro

And every dog ain't yo Doberman, Pincher

Mutts

And these hoes just a Boa Constrictor

Ratchets

And the world just a cobra with venom

Slime

And we out here like a colan dispenser

Yeah

Yo, welcome to the G.D.O.C.

Georgia Department of Motherfuckin' Corruptions

Yo, you know what the fuck goin' on

Thumbs down, pinkies up, yo

We won't stop until we on top

Until then we goin' off like alarm clocks

You thought you seen it all, you ain't seen enough

We winnin' over here and we still heatin' up

If you won't smoke, let them heaters tuck

We been gettin' money, my pockets green as fuck

Silly little rabbit, you a cartoon

We in the war room, this is how a boss moves

You see my whole crew, we some gladiators

You and all them little dudes, with you aggravatin

And these guns with me, look like they come with tracers

You better get your girl, she all on the flavor

I keep that fire with me, like we doing welding

Department of Corruptions, we all convicted felons

All rats gotta die, we don't do no tellin

Life's a motherfuckin' gamble, tell me how you betting

I don't care what you sayin', I don't care what you said

I'll never be a peasant, I hustle everyday

That's why I'm with the legend, and y'all just in the way

You won't ever get your blessings if all you gon' do is pray

You gotta match the effort, and never stop your grind

Cause folks fold under that pressure, I see it all the time

Don't ever get it twisted, hey, I'm forever with it

Unless you with the fam, you need to keep your distance

I'm around the snakes and fakes, them folks will cap you down

But I done graduated, don't need no cap and gown

And, this department down in Georgia show you what it take

You can smell the corruption as soon as you walk through the gates

Get the fuck out my face, and let me show you different

Because I'm with my brother, brock, so y'all should probably listen

I'm standing with precision, never standing on division

I'm runnin' with the realest, and I ain't about to

Mention

I'm Ghost Face reppin', and Pale Face steppin

The choppers got the answers, for all your fuckin' questions

I'm throwin' up the sevens, yeah, I'm a loaded weapon

I don't know him, I wasn't there dog

And probably never met them

I make yo girl holla, she call me Big Papa

And I ain't bout to stop her, do we got a problem

I'm screaming hoogee, y'all boys some coochie

That little shit that y'all doin', don't even move me

It's Ill-Fam-Duck, and we don't give a fuck

Thumbs down, pinkies up, middle fingers up

If it's up then it's stuck, fuck you talkin' about

Y'all know what the fuck goin' on

Yeah, it's the legend G.7, man

I'm OG CEO status, what the fuck you mean

I don't need Narra Kracker to vouch for me

My name Been ringin' bells throughout the motherfuckin' chain gang

Y'all know what the fuck goin' on

Pendo made it