| In this life of a G, the only reason that you listen to me |
| Is cause you think that I’m crazy, oh, crazy! |
| I just might be, but you wanna be just like me |
| Cause you think that I’m crazy! I leaving you passed out, pants down |
| But showing me what a faggot is |
| I show you what a is |
| What you did to my eyes, I’m just blasting what |
| A young bastard, that’s beats and crazy |
| I was found in the street and raised up by |
| No when I speak, but you know what I’m saying |
| With my trigger finger click, you would know I’m not playing |
| I’m the climax in the Ku Klux Klan, hanging niggers |
| I’m choose your step |
| Or get you would lose your breath |
| I ain’t here to conversate about who |
| Every time you drop an album, you lose respect |
| I’m one of a few rappers that do matter |
| A chief from the West Coast chapter, a king mathers |
| In this life of a G, the only reason that you listen to me |
| Is cause you think that I’m crazy, oh, crazy! |
| I just might be, but you wanna be just like me |
| Cause you think that I’m crazy! verse 2 |
| Lyrical, no subliminal |
| Shitting on you on literal |
| I spit fire, but I |
| In this life of a G, the only reason that you listen to me |
| Is cause you think that I’m crazy, oh, crazy! |
| I just might be, but you wanna be just like me |
| Cause you think that I’m crazy! |