Bow Down - King Lil G

All I ever wanted was a hood dream

Came from the bottom with the gang bangers

Mama told me I need to make changes

Just a ghetto young boy trying to make it

Fuck these rappers with a ghost writer

On sunset with a lowrider

I just live life and it’s nothin major

Black '63 with the gold Daytons

Smoking the weed just to ease the pain

These bitches tell me that I need to stay

I’m wanting my G’s to beat the case

I got the G in my DNA

New all stars with the blue laces

Always stay real but I stay dangerous

Got more kids then I gotta raise 'em

Hoes get mad when you replace 'em

Too many hoes and I don’t chase 'em

Send these hoes to my location

I’m a just do what I wanna do now

I don’t give a fuck if these hoes famous

I don’t give a fuck if you know gangstas

No shirt on with the gold chains

Tell the waitress I need more drank

Keeping it G like the old days

Bow down to a real G when you muthafucking see one

Bow down to a real G when you muthafucking see one

Bow down to a real G when you muthafucking see one

Bow down to a real G

I’m south

With a blue bandana

Is she ready to go?

Is she ready to handle?

In the city of Angels

Bitch I’m ready to ride

And I’m smoking again

But we ready to ride

Ride around with a full clip

I don’t give a fuck about none of that shit

If a muthafucka really wanna come trip

Better go ask who the fuck I’m with

Got hoes on the line tryna come through now

Ask your bitches they loving the south

South side winning and we hold it down

Freestyle shit, we don’t write shit down

All the hoes wanna tie me down

I’m like bitch you better wipe me down

Jewelry looking icy now

All these haters wanna fight me now

She wanna get tatted all over her body

She tell me she loving me

I be living in luxury

Keep it gutter I’m from the street

Hot boxin the V12

Got the work for the retail

Y’all be acting like some females

Middle finger when I see 12

Got the chamber in the glovebox

In the west where they love Pac

Got the chamber in the glovebox

In the west where the gun pops

Bow down to a real G when you muthafucking see one

Bow down to a real G when you muthafucking see one

Bow down to a real G when you muthafucking see one

Bow down to a real G

I’m south

With a blue bandana

Is she ready to go?

Is she ready to handle?

In the city of Angels

Bitch I’m ready to ride

And I’m smoking again

But we ready to ride