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Zig Luve - G-League Lyrics



Zig Luve - G-League Lyrics




I wanna see my niggas get on
Turn my pockets from empty to strong
I thank God that I don't need a chrome
I get bothered I'm gon let it off
I remember when I was a teen
I shed tears got cut from the team
I ended up on the way to the league
Moral of story man f*ck what they think

I can not stop my momentum
I'm working too hard to build up credentials
10,000 hours a light years away but the work and the time is essential
Write everything in the permanent ink
Speak on my mind give a f*ck what you think'
Desperate times, desperate measures
Life on the line, don't fold under pressure
Talk a good flame, in the kitchen you sweatin'
Character flaws in these niggas possession
Dont do the crime & then call for protection
Must check yourself before niggas start testin
After that point its just God and his blessings
Mama was broke don't got pennies in wallet
Every check gotta make a deposit
F*ck yo 2 cents if it don't bring me commas
Said she wan f*ck with a nigga
She don't really got much trust in a nigga
Only break bread if a nigga got love for a nigga
Real love for a nigga
Said she wan f*ck with a nigga
She don't really got much trust in a nigga
Only break bread if a nigga got love for a nigga
Real love for a nigga
Riding through the city
F*ck around might cop a Richard Millie
I know all my real player niggas with me
Smoke a joint & f*ck yo joint until she dizzy
Til she dizzy aye

I wanna see my niggas get on
Turn my pockets from empty to strong
I thank God that I don't need a chrome
I get bothered I'm gon let it off
I remember when I was a teen
I shed tears got cut from the team
I ended up on the way to the league
Moral of story man f*ck what they think

I paid dues
And I Made my rules
Run my mouth
See the tread on shoes
Sole on socks
Yeah my blood runs through
I don't sleep while up
My dreams come true
Gave up my heart
No return on payments
We tried out love and that take some bravery
Might throw knuckles
Tim Wakefield Major League
Foot in the mound
Ten toes on the ground
Skin got scars like I'm still on the slaveship
Made us so low, locked us in cages
Grits in our palms, turned it to patience
My bitch roll dope cause we live on a spaceship
Niggas on go all my bro's is too dangerous
Flip through the pages
I'm in the matrix
Neo the soul just to up the engagement
D Bo yo hoe
Out her window I'm racing
Said she wan f*ck with a nigga
She don't really got much trust in a nigga
Only break bread if a nigga got love for a nigga
Real love for a nigga
Said she wan f*ck with a nigga
She don't really got much trust in a nigga
Only break bread if a nigga got love for a nigga
Real love for a nigga
Riding through the city
F*ck around might cop a Richard millie
I know all my real playa niggas with me
Smoke a joint & f*ck yo bitch until she dizzy
Til she dizzy aye
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I wanna see my niggas get on
Turn my pockets from empty to strong
I thank God that I don't need a chrome
I get bothered I'm gon let it off
I remember when I was a teen
I shed tears got cut from the team
I ended up on the way to the league
Moral of story man f*ck what they think

I can not stop my momentum
I'm working too hard to build up credentials
10,000 hours a light years away but the work and the time is essential
Write everything in the permanent ink
Speak on my mind give a f*ck what you think'
Desperate times, desperate measures
Life on the line, don't fold under pressure
Talk a good flame, in the kitchen you sweatin'
Character flaws in these niggas possession
Dont do the crime & then call for protection
Must check yourself before niggas start testin
After that point its just God and his blessings
Mama was broke don't got pennies in wallet
Every check gotta make a deposit
F*ck yo 2 cents if it don't bring me commas
Said she wan f*ck with a nigga
She don't really got much trust in a nigga
Only break bread if a nigga got love for a nigga
Real love for a nigga
Said she wan f*ck with a nigga
She don't really got much trust in a nigga
Only break bread if a nigga got love for a nigga
Real love for a nigga
Riding through the city
F*ck around might cop a Richard Millie
I know all my real player niggas with me
Smoke a joint & f*ck yo joint until she dizzy
Til she dizzy aye

I wanna see my niggas get on
Turn my pockets from empty to strong
I thank God that I don't need a chrome
I get bothered I'm gon let it off
I remember when I was a teen
I shed tears got cut from the team
I ended up on the way to the league
Moral of story man f*ck what they think

I paid dues
And I Made my rules
Run my mouth
See the tread on shoes
Sole on socks
Yeah my blood runs through
I don't sleep while up
My dreams come true
Gave up my heart
No return on payments
We tried out love and that take some bravery
Might throw knuckles
Tim Wakefield Major League
Foot in the mound
Ten toes on the ground
Skin got scars like I'm still on the slaveship
Made us so low, locked us in cages
Grits in our palms, turned it to patience
My bitch roll dope cause we live on a spaceship
Niggas on go all my bro's is too dangerous
Flip through the pages
I'm in the matrix
Neo the soul just to up the engagement
D Bo yo hoe
Out her window I'm racing
Said she wan f*ck with a nigga
She don't really got much trust in a nigga
Only break bread if a nigga got love for a nigga
Real love for a nigga
Said she wan f*ck with a nigga
She don't really got much trust in a nigga
Only break bread if a nigga got love for a nigga
Real love for a nigga
Riding through the city
F*ck around might cop a Richard millie
I know all my real playa niggas with me
Smoke a joint & f*ck yo bitch until she dizzy
Til she dizzy aye
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Writer: Dean Mulzac Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Zig Luve
Language: English
Length: 3:03
Written by: Dean Mulzac Jr.

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