2GS

I'm with the G, fuck with the R, stuck with the I, T, uh huh, G, A, N, G, and I can put

You with the Grit Gang, until I die, uh huh, Grit Gang, up in the sky, I'm with the G

fuck with the R, stuck with the I, T, uh huh, G, A, N, G, and I can put you with the Grit Gang

Until I die, uh huh, Grit Gang, up in the sky

I can see the city now reaching out for me

Looking down on the crowd how they doubted me, I was down from the dirt that's why they ride for me

And the day you see that hearse don't you cry for me, say no more, got my daughter on the chorus

This is prophecy, mix it up, fix it after breakfast, it's a hot release, this gon' be that

Record, real respectable, I'm from the streets, and the feds let me go, and ever since then

I've been taking it slow, and Fetty gotta grow, so I'm working like oh, you know, ain't no clocking