Gabe Interlude Lyrics

Look on to my left, then look back to my right, realize I'm all alone

While plenty claiming we gang

Brush it off it ain't no thang

Mary come in clutch, So only rolling it strong

Focused on the goal so fuck it that's all I'm on

Zero interest in you niggas, bummy dickheads serving hate

Been sounding like some bitches and damn it's not just of late

Grass looking greener, so they scheming for my plate

Can have it, chef up another

Like G, you know ain't no other

Know you hear me, Did not stutter

Please... Don't you compare me to the others, save your time no need to bother

G don't need that disrespect

Preoccupied with my Cheque

And thighs I'm tryna inspect

Uh

Coming for the world, but shit I ain't tryna save it

Killing you with flows, dawg run me all your monnies

Don't forget your hunnies, you know we do it for them

Know you can't be tripping, go head blame it on the game

Paper chasing with these rhythms I be putting to a sheet

Do it all for the life I'm tryna live

Add a spin, then to you the track I give

Mad

Life tryna try me, calling check

Trials got me bugging, crying out for heavens sake

Don't be tripping, still I got it boy is mad

Rip to the game so we grieve

Man... I just want a big booty bitch resting on my lap

Burning up the shhh, turn the cribo into a trap

Road to the Riches shit done gave up on a map

But I'm hungry for that penny, so I'm coming for that coin

Shackles on my feet, and got the weight of the world on my shoulder

So I gotta take time

Out the socket, so they charge, cause I kill. It's a crime

Tryna fill my pocket, got me running past your favourite, spit it cold, feel the tingle then you shudder

Apologies I'm starving, feeling slightly too close to the gutter

Downpour of the hate, tryna wether out the storm

Guess they cannot help it, coming at them, with this form

Harder than they preference , and still they trying to bite

Leave em on they ass, thinking shit is fucking lite

Speak into the mic, and watch em battling they fright

Watch em tussle for some crumbs, as I chase what is in sight

You know they do not like that got me dealing with they spite

But I could give a fuck, you could drown in some sprite

You getting niggas rude, way you fucking with our food

Keeping to myself, cause you keep fucking up the mood