(feat. Yung Ro) 

[talking] 
Just let the music play uh yeah, just let the music play 
Uh we gon ride to this one, yeah uh come on 

[Hook] 
Got to be a G, till the day that I die [x4] 
Got to be a G, got to be a G [x2] 

[scratching] 
Got to be a G, till the day that I die [x4] 

[Yung Ro] 
The last of a dying breed, y'all couldn't understand it 
Against all odds, I'm still here still standing 
You ain't gotta know much, to know the streets talking 
Scared to approach us, cause we far from who they see often 
Life been good for me, and I'm still the same 
They see the chain, and give me strange looks about the name (Nobody) 
You know the game, time'll tell who remain true 
They felt the cool breeze, when me and Ke' slid through 
G'd up, Dickie unit wearing Chuck Taylor's 
A special scent, got my attitude like fuck haters 
It can't stop, fully loaded no time to rest 
My enemies plotting, got real thangs on my chest 
Grew up on freestyles, from S.U.C 
H-Town raised call me Nobody, cause I'm one deep 
Yeah a few cats rocking, but we rock steady 
Ke' the Don and Yung Ro daddy already, already yeah 

[Hook] 

[Lil' Keke] 
1993, that's when I blazed up the scene 
Original S.U.C., I'm the Freestyle King 
Rest in Peace Pat, I'ma make 'em love it mayn 
DJ Screw the king, he changed up the whole game 
Niggaz say I'm finished, and the Don is offended 
I come from undergrounds, and made a million independent 
It's 2005, it got's to be known 
The Young Don is back, and I'm coming for the throne 
A G till I die, dominating like a veteran 
And ask Bank One, about the checks I'm collecting 
Niggaz just kepping, I'm back hungry rapping 
They need to get some Oscars, for the way that they acting 
I'm kidnapping, my own self in the booth 
I'm loading up my pen, then I'm shooting with the truth 
This H-Town baby, our music Chopped & Slowed 
Some G's till we die, it's the Don and Yung Ro yeah 

[Hook] 

[Yung Ro] 
Grew up in a place where they say most don't, but some get it 
And the respect is measured by, when they done with it 
An O.G. told me, stick to the G-Code 
Youngin' you too eager, tighten up on that free throw 
Trying to make my ghetto dreams, a reality 
Me and them other dudes, got a whole different mentality 
Y'all went wrong, putting me and Ke' in the booth 
The way I put it in they face, call me the proof 
Just bought a box of cigarillos, from the corner sto' 
I got my game face on, we playing dominoes 
They shooting dice watch out, you better catch that 
Six and eight running mates, so nigga bet that 
Bet back, cause my bet good I keep it coming 
And all the homies in the hood, hollin' one hundred 
Yung back again, with the Don Keke 
These boys feather weight mayn, and we G's-we G's 

[Hook] 

[talking] 
Yeah uh-huh, I like that my nigga I like that 
Uh-huh, shit feeling this shit here man