Blvd - King Lil G

Coming up out the street, bitch I’m coming up out the curb

Back on my shit, I be murdering these verses

Bitches coming up to me, what’s popping Lil G?

Give a fuck about the rumors and what enemies gon' think

South side on mine, fuck it up then I leave

Find out where you live at, we fuck around and go deep

Now look at me, I’m living in a mansion

Started from the bottom sleeping on a dirty mattress

Black bandana on, got my own fashion

47 beanie with the black supreme jacket

Back on tweedy boulevard, where the shit happened

I don’t really know but fucking hoes was a habit

Mobbing through Atlantic, who the fuck want static?

Murder all the time, murder all the time

Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind

Murder all the time, murder all the time

Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind

A hundred pounds of weed, I was getting it from the bay

They can’t tell me shit, I took a risk and got paid

The streets got flooded, bout to keep it a hunnid

Fuck it up then I’m thuggin', don’t hesitate when you busting

I really miss my dog Will with me in the streets

Remember when I picked up about a quarter P

Shout out to my solid little soldiers in Chicago

We speak the same language, when we in the gang module

All my dogs in Compton, throw it up

All my G’s in South Central, throw it up

All my dogs in Lynwood, throw it up

South side muthafucker

Yeah we blowing up

Murder all the time, murder all the time

Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind

Murder all the time, murder all the time

Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind

It’s 47 in this bitch

Murder on my mind, murder on my mind