Young G


On Point With Young G
as a young G in the hood running rampant like he should
he started off with a seed in his mommas belly in time he grow into jelly
with a bright crooked smile he knew all the while the stage was set for him to be born
out came young G making sweet history & that's not the end of the story
he took up gambling in his younger days getting trapped in a purple haze
yet he knew in the great while he would shine
heightened by that of fantasy he was built on sweet brevity
falling apart at the seams he gets caught selling dope now he can't even cope
doing time yet he would one day shine filter through the scene
when he can't even cope having a fight with the soap on the rope


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