G Season - T.I. feat Meek Mill

Okay
Aye man
I'm s_cka free, s_cka back until all them s_ckas get the f_ck out my way man
You understand?
G season!

Told you motherf_ckers once, prison ain't changed me
All it did was made a n_gga crazy, deranged see?
Psycho, nuts so, what I give a f_ck for?
All I know now is to get out and go for the gusto
So, f_ck n_ggas, f_ck hoes
They said, she said, n_gga and what, so?
F_ck what they say 'bout my cases, f_ck what they say 'bout my lady
F_ck what they say we were doing on that day of visitation
All I care 'bout is my out date, the scripture of probation
How much dough I'm set to makin', where I'm gon go on vacation
Wait, damn
Okay, that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they were never G
3 cop cars by the 3's
B_tches call me Papa John cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, living for the fun
In Milan with some bad b_tches, probably want a youngin
What will it done? All the mama done
Ride foreign, comes drawing, getting blown by blunt
I'm the bomb, terrorist, hella rich, record sh_t
N_gga ask about me, homie I suggest you tell em this

I'm s_cka ducking, I'm s_cka free
You ain't a G? don't f_ck with me
Them s_cka n_ggas out of style, G season
Them s_cka n_ggas out of style, G season

My best flow too cold and jet bring it out
But go to talking crazy though, you get yourself singled out
Half a million bucks to pack the whole arena out
Being a s_cka I don't need the first thing about
You get the scene, about to come in at your face
Like a volcano hell, lava running out your face
Hey, if your ass out of place
You done find the weapons they took away, I replaced
What can I say? Another year, another case
Another sentence completed, I'm confident and conceded
I'm s_cka free, s_cka duck and so tell them s_ckas to beat it
Don't f_ck with me, buster trust me your future will be deleted
Such a G, ain't no touching me, luckily I defeated the all
But out my two alarm glory to god
And I ain't even Islamic, so sick whenever I vomit
Just throw me a mill or two and that ought to settle my stomach
Box of money he done it, call me Mr. He-Run-It
These n_ggas ain't really bout it,
They just be speaking ebonics
I'm nothing short of iconic
Promise you you don't want it
Strong as gin & tonic, my left you won't see it coming
My right should be running from it, I catch you with it - you done
I'm a keep it 100, you better get you a gun
Word bond, real talk
Be my girdle by my lonely cause these s_ckas will talk

I'm s_cka ducking, I'm s_cka free
You ain't a G? don't f_ck with me
Them s_cka n_ggas out of style, G season
Them s_cka n_ggas out of style, G season

Pimp placed on my ass, the more I'm b_tch I'm balling
Killing all my haters, tell yo momma pick it coffin
Hundred rack shorty, I just got ta pick a target
Put my name on that flyer, watch the party get retarded
And I got crazy in that b_tch, feel like baby in that b_tch
Got your lady on my d_ck cause I got like 80 on my wrist
KOD, I make it rain, I know they hate me in that b_tch
Stop eating, just throwing money like they paid me for that sh_t, hold up
Caught it in the back, now I'm that n_gga in the front
Shorty want the real and I'm a give her what she want
OG n_gga, you can put it in the blunt
F_cking all the baddest b_tches, I'm a hit em from the front
Good to see their faces on it when a n_gga lay it on em
Every time she had a d_ck I tell her go to making all that
Lord have mercy, these b_tches thirsty
I'm the mercy, she kissing on me Hershey, we in this b_tch
I'm s_cka ducking, I'm s_cka free
That's your main b_tch? She f_cking me
I don't f_ck with n_ggas, I'm a f_cking G
This Meek Millie, T I f_cking P

I'm s_cka ducking, I'm s_cka free
You ain't a G? don't f_ck with me
Them s_cka n_ggas out of style, G season
Them s_cka n_ggas out of style, G season

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