Fred Hirschy - G65 lyrics

[Tumi] Round the time my boy Gola bought the Benzo I regret I had a fallout with my kenfolk He was dead broke tryna get his debts closed Most days he would chill and light a menthol Scheming how to get dough like tenfold Asked me for a loan, I said hell no Now he's trashing me when I'm gone But still I send home My dude Bradley got the AMG Around the time I was fighting with my favourite sis She a step so there's less connect Cause the contents of the blood don't match what we got in mind That's some sh** But we look just like the old man How we shook but never hold hands Know what it took for that slow dance On my wedding day I read her face, it said atonement It said atonement Damn, what a moment My homie Tibs came through in a C200 Most of my team couldn't even see 200 Grimy as f** Working our way through puddles But never going back Our motto is new troubles New problems Success calls for due process Not a racist All my lawyers are Jews, honest They got rabies See a problem, they chew on it So don't be lying (Lion) to my dogs like Snoop, doggy Sizwe Dhlomo said he paid half a milli Round the time my nephew was afraid to bust a wheelie Just got off the tricycle what a sissy Pops calling him f*g would really touch his feelings So he covers for it By being a careless boy Harsh and hard-hearted just to get his pops' "attaboy" You can't tell him a thing unless you add the rod Don't spoil the child like he's coming out hard boiled Paid the grip for my wife's whip, nice sh** No credit Indebted to my mom's niceness About time I buy a round ticket outing Sunday A cla** to the Himalayas mountains To the Himalayas mountains A Benz is to me just a car But that G wagon represents my dreams of tomorrow Don't wanna breathe up no smoke Don't wanna feed off no hugs Don't wanna be Aaliyah, B.I.G or Silk Screen teen hitting RIP [Outro: Fredy Ma**amba]