King Fantastic - G Sharp lyrics

[Verse 1: Reese One] I'm in my Cadillac mobbing like a champ Got the speakers turned to n***a volume, smoking with my tramp I'm a westside hog, Carin that dog In the smoke is something, I load into a chariot of fog f** the police and the people that f** with them Got like twenty thousand dollars and a pistol in my denim My 501s is sagging and my Nikes ain't been tied And I'm the cleanest n***a living in this motherf**ing wide Flying up Lincoln, loaded nine, thinking Hand out the sunroof, pinky ring twinkling Plastic cup drinking, Rossi on the rocks Baby powder on her head cuz she been playing with my co*k And when her paws go in my draws, no sweat off my balls I'm a very cool costumer, I probably won't be f**ing her My player card is perfect, and I ain't sure she worth it I don't wanna be a jerk so I might park and let her slurp it, though [Hook: Reese One] Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore Thank god I ain't got to be no f**ing kid again Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore Thank god I ain't got to be no f**ing kid again I'm on my own now, and it's on now What you talkin' bout "goin" pimpin', it's gone down You see these leather seats, you see this woodgrain You see the house we headed to ain't in the hood mayne [Verse 2: Reese One] It's nighttime and I done changed it up And I done changed my clothes and what's in my cup I'm sippin' Jack, this b**h is black That peckerwood I took her back That's gangsta sh**, I change a b**h Like I change my f**ing T-shirts Virgo, besides my kid, I'm always thinking bout Reese first On the prowl with my new new Skin the color of a YooHoo You might have seen her on b**btube But she just one of my boo boo's On my D'Angelo, Voodoo How does it feel ho' And only say Mauriceo when sh** is getting real ho' [Hook] Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore Thank god I ain't got to be no f**ing kid again Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore Thank god I ain't got to be no f**ing kid again I'm on my own now, and it's on now What you talkin' bout "goin" pimpin', it's gone down You see these leather seats, you see this woodgrain You see the house we headed to ain't in the hood mayne