[Intro] It's the G! [Verse 1] Mic check, mic check Ahh, I don't think you listenin' Mightiest of flows composed by the man who kickin' em' I'm spittin' ‘em All night, Ritalin I gotta crackah screaming “noooo” like Hayden Christensen G. Sweater the luckiest Yup yup, the luckiest I hate to be presumptuous But my applause will be thunderous My crew is illustrious We always doing substances No more wet dreams, man, I'm on my up and coming sh** God Damn! She must be the bustiest Those titties are voluptuous I'm s**ing them, they succulent I'm moving in to her p**y Rubbin it, and touchin it I eat that clit for sustenance You could call me gluttonous She worship me like a covenant Get wet at my utterance So now we doing I want, whatever that encompa**es Girl like it soo much She talking ‘bout some husband sh** She like, "how you do it?" I'm like, "I'm taking b-vitamin supplements" So as you as see kid, I got rhymes in abudunces If you come around, then you are gonna be sufferin' Cause I exist to crush you into nothingness It's the G. Sweater, dawg, just watch who you f**ing with Peace!