Word, this that new shit, nigga
Dave East, Max Biggavel
Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Ain't ready for this shit, nigga
Y'all niggas ain't got this right here
Oh, oh, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord
Oh, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord, Lord

Corner of his block, that's as far as he could see
Fiends in and out the spot
It been hard to go to sleep (pimpin' hard)
Shorty wanna be a G
Shorty wanna be a G (uh)
He ain't seen his pops, him and his momma hardly speak
The shit that he be goin' through,
You'll probably never see (oh, probably never see)
Shorty caught up in the streets (oh, caught up)
Shorty wanna be a G (uh)
He built for the hood, when it get dark he still could see
He tatted his homies on him 'cause most of them deceased
Pourin' out liquor for niggas he'll never see
Fuck a book, he'll rather catch a jux, he never read (might be a G)
Shorty wanna be a G, he ain't the one you wanna meet (no)
Dolo, he ain't never deep (never)

Shorty wanna be a G (oh, oh, oh)
Shorty wanna be a G (oh)
Corner of his block, that's as far as he could see (oh, oh, oh)
That's as far as he could see (oh Lord)

Alright
Couple spots he robbed, he ain't never got no job
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Alright
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Alright (let's do it)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shorty wanna be a G (oh Lord)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (ow)
Corner of his block, that's as far as he could see
The man on his block, that's all he wanna be
He came up on some guap and lost it all in a week
Just thinkin' 'bout his homies, lost 'em all in the streets (my niggas)
Shorty wanna be a G
If it ain't about money, don't wanna talk to you for free
He young but got the heart to be a G
He didn't put in pain
They know his name all through the streets (they know him)
He'll probably never change, he just wanna be a G (wanna be)
Shorty wanna be a G

Yeah
This shit smooth right here, East (that's all he know)
I'm doin' the unthinkable
This shit unprecedented right here
You already know Harlem niggas, how we do
Let's go

For the weekend, baby tried to charge me a G
She like the wave, so I got that down to a three
All she gotta do is touch and a nigga skeet
We rep this Harlem shit, me and my nigga East
Biggaveli you's a beast, alright
Yeah, real niggas, real music, real street
Street, feds watching out, feel heat
Niggas still cheatin', get a head start
Chip in, get your benefits
Niggas is ignorant, niggas inconsiderate
Niggas be into shit, but still go to jail
Can't stand the pressure, they fuck around, they go and tell
But I don't shoot shade
Step back, shoot a fade
Marry the streets young, she toss up the bouquet
Bottle of D'usse, let's crusade
Nigga be jelly, they hate the Bigga, touche
Time out on the stove, momma out in the cold
Chain 300 thou', ridin' out in a Rolls
Seats all clean, feet all clean
In prison, I pedal smut, beat off king
He off Henny, he off lean
We all stick together, we all team, ow
Yeah, shout out to all my niggas
East, what's good?

Shorty wanna be a G
Shorty wanna be a G
Corner of his block, that's just as far as he could see
That's as far as he could see

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Charley Wingate, David Brewster