Buy Out

See, this that shit they been waitin' on

You know, this that buy out and that buy on

But this my life, ****, you know what I'm saying?

This the shit I'm goin' through

The state of mind I'm in right now, you feel me? Ha

Alright, you can put a little delay on it from here

Don't even erase none of this shit, that's the intro

We keeping it like that

A hundred miles and runnin' **** gunnin' at the enemy

**** switchin' sides givin' up like it's the end of me

**** hollin' family but I know these **** envy me

Pound heat thuggin' till the motherfuckers sentence me

I'm a trendin' topic, top down, bitch, I'm ridin' in the 'rari

If you don't like me then I'm sorry

Same ole G I'm just being me, fuck a critic

I rap about the shit 'cause I did it

Life don't change, neither do the game

New **** get money but the rules stay the same

Who I'm gonna sign with? Who I wanna grind with?

That's my only question, ****, CMG I'm dying with

Cocaine Muzik, car, money,  guns

Every **** I fuck with went to jail, I made their bond

I never leave the house without my chain or my gun

Got on my dope boy Gucci's or a fresh pair of One's, yeah

See ****, see I feel like I'm one of the realest ****

That ever walked the face of  Earth, you know what I mean?

And that ain't got nothing to do with getting no money

Or nothing like that, ****, that's just being a hundred

That's being a hundred with yourself

That's being a hundred with the **** who are a hundred with you

You know what I mean?

Man, I got a lot of young **** around me, ****

And it's straight up love like family, ****

'Cause we'd kill for each other and that's on the real

Murder was the case, ****

Jump a hurdle, win the race, ****

Then I put it in your face, to the face, on my case, ****

Told my lawyer, go to trial, I'm doing it big in the meanwhile

If I lose, raise Mariah for me

If I die, bust that fire for me

Pour out some liquor and get higher for me

I'm doing this one for my homeboys

I'm hollin', oh, lord, some shit we can't afford

I just be speaking from the heart but sometime it rhymes

Am I a real rapper or just a **** with lines?

Oh no, I'm confused, do I supposed to be rich?

You know that ho ain't your ho, she's just your supposed to be bitch

No supposed to be clique, I don't want no allies

It's CMG, homie, and we don't franchise

I get green gas off the white pies

Dope in that pot and it get baptized

Hallelujah, bless my shooters

Serve my Jay's up, watch 'em hit that shooter

Fuck this rap shit, I don't fit in

All these fuck boys, all these fake friends

Streets on fire, plug on go mode

Streets so damn dry, I might get a truckload

Fuck your contract, I won't sign that

Labels keep calling me but I won't call back