Qil - G.T.G. (feat. $now) Lyrics

It's ridiculous how I'm feeling it spitting it ripping it flipping it like an acrobat
Jump on a beat and I start killing it
Going through it, so my room full of empty bottles
I don't need no bitch this microphone be my only model
Constantly thinking, fill my mind with prescription
Wonder if god is there and if he is I hope he listens
Cause I know he watching over me, life be full of blessings and lessons
Ain't no time to be stressing so for now I'm just flexing
I need my cash back shoutout Kashblack that's that wordplay
Your girl throw it back just like it's thursday
Ya heard me
It's the MC microphone checker
Everybody knows me ain't nobody better than me
Yours truly
These hoes wanna do me
Hop up on my wave me and my team we be cruising
We riding we riding these hoes they be trifling
You analyzing my rhyming I'm out here steady vibing I been balling with no option
Hoping I start popping
Fly away like mary poppins
The way I spit it yeah it's shocking
Ain't no flopping ain't no stopping
At my door they keep on knocking
At the top there ain't no falling
Gotta go the money calling like
All that bullshit you talking bout it gotta go
All that fake shit you doing yeah it gotta go
I'm on the grind like everyday girl I gotta go
I get the check and check out baby adios
All that bullshit you talking bout it gotta go
All that fake shit you doing yeah it gotta go
I'm on the grind like everyday girl I gotta go
I get the check and check out baby adios
Psychologically suffering spitting sick shit
Mentally I'm a misfit
Physically f*cking flipping
And anybody at me attacking
Better back up boy I'm blasted
I'm driving drunk I'm dismantled
Reality really rapid
I'm on a high
To bring me down like bringing jesus out the sky
I feel like Mark Henry everytime I'm in the ride
I'm flexing on these peasants everytime I'm driving by
Gold pendent on my necklace every diamond really shine
A salad on my body walking round with all these karats
It's a jungle I'm the lion you n***** talk like parrots
I'm hungry on the grind til I'm somewhere out in Paris
Hustlin' for the sport, now I'm ballin' Clifford Harris
All that bullshit you talking bout it gotta go
All that fake shit you doing yeah it gotta go
I'm on the grind like everyday girl I gotta go
I get the check and check out baby adios
All that bullshit you talking bout it gotta go
All that fake shit you doing yeah it gotta go
I'm on the grind like everyday girl I gotta go
I get the check and check out baby adios