Toddla T - My G lyrics

[Hook] This is the final leg, my G Are we still alive or dead, my G? This fire is gonna spread, my G You're gonna need your bed, my G It's shot like copper and lead, my G I ain't got time for a beg, my G Real, I'm not a bootleg, my G Bun what who and who says, my G, yeah [Verse 1] It's all popping Cuh I'm that guy but them other man are nothing Don't wanna see me dropping cuh Pops ain't stopping If they bring a bit in, then I'll bring a lot in Got a brand new pattern like I just went shopping But I never got any of my pot from shotting Coco came to clean up the game Like I bought the dustpan, the brush and the mop in Really going in, my ting ain't flopping Cutting man out like I'm about this cropping Anybody thinking I'm a one-hit wonder I'm telling 'em "oi" cuh I've got more fire dropping Heard my ting on the radio booming No airtime for you, ain't that shocking? You and your crew are on a joke ting But I'm tryna hang up plaques like a Christmas stocking [Hook] This is the final leg, my G Are we still alive or dead, my G? This fire is gonna spread, my G You're gonna need your bed, my G It's shot like copper and lead, my G I ain't got time for a beg, my G Real, I'm not a bootleg, my G Bun what who and who says, my G, yeah [Verse 2] More time, no, sometimes, yes Keeping it real for the blogs and press I strap big bars in my yard in North Then I go and make another anthem in West If you're rating mandem, big up your chest But you can't try take my styley, that's theft Authentic Sheff born and bred No sound man can't test Right now, man's blessed, minimal stress Big man ting, I don't know about presh On a plane to Jamaica, we show progress With the great service from the air hostess When I touch down, I'mma smoke bare cess And we gotta holla Claire cuh Claire knows best Dun know that we haffi give thanks fi life And we're grateful for every last breath [Hook] This is the final leg, my G Are we still alive or dead, my G? This fire is gonna spread, my G You're gonna need your bed, my G It's shot like copper and lead, my G I ain't got time for a beg, my G Real, I'm not a bootleg, my G Bun what who and who says, my G, yeah [Bridge] Big, fat and heavy, and that's the way we like it Just for yo pleasure, no pressure Down to your molecule under your skin And all dem way dere [Verse 3] You ain't ever getting what I getting when I came, we are not the same Nah, it's not a game, what a shame, now I'm in the frame I am not your claiming to fame, money on the brain And I've got the fire for the flame, what you gonna gain If you say my name, say my name, go against the grain? Donny, you're a side, I'm a main, get back in your lane And you can't write or play with these flows like me Bring flavour or shut down shows like me Back to base First beat I made, gave that to Case It's all bullsh**, you haven't got a fact to spray Why does you flow sound dead like you pa**ed away? I spray a likkle bit of spice from aftershave And now I'm feeling myself like I masturbate Just know your skin, it ain't that today BRB, I've got another track to make [Hook] x2 This is the final leg, my G Are we still alive or dead, my G? This fire is gonna spread, my G You're gonna need your bed, my G It's shot like copper and lead, my G I ain't got time for a beg, my G Real, I'm not a bootleg, my G Bun what who and who says, my G, yeah