And So It Was Written - G-Mo Skee

It all started in Hilltop my momma got a call, from the drug program that she

was involved

Suddenly she got mad and tossed her phone, then a van showed up and took us all

to foster homes

CPS stepped in and kept us for a couple weeks, I went to school and they

treated me like a fucking freak

When momma got us back who woulda known the plot would thicken, we got evicted

packed our shit up and headed off to Richmond

That’s where my quest began, at my grandpa’s crib they smoked so much crank I

caught second hand

I use to get jumped one time I got decked and ran, I saw the D boy stomping out

a naked man

House hold ?2−1?

fiends left the food gone, the bathroom was filthy I showered

with my shoes on

I said to myself no matter where my destiny might fall, I will never fucking be

like ya’ll

Dirt poor on the floor with the spots of bacteria, no bed just a cot made of

cotton material

On a steady diet of top ramen and cereal but when Summer time came schools

brought us a miracle

Because we got the free lunches, the shit was fucking scrumptious it felt good

to have something different in our stomachs

Eleven years old I was twisted and corrupted, With no respect for my elders or

the general public

Let’s take them back

Let’s turn the page back

Back before a nigga became of age back when I was writing filthy sixth grade

raps (And so it was written)

Young G-Mo set off on his quest so he can put his fucking balls to the test

(Now listen to me ya’ll)

I’m talking way back, back before rappers became J Cats and started driving

them gay ass Maybachs

Young G-Mo set off on his quest so he can put his fucking balls to the test

(And that’s some real shit)

I’ve been through the fire, I was a stupid minor, ran the streets with my fam

went to school with?

rider/writers?

The middle had me feeling like a true survivor, a kid showed up strapped to

kill a supervisor

A week prior my Cuz came home from Richmond high, with cuts on her face,

both arms, tits, and thighs

They carved gang signs on her flesh with kitchen knives, banged on her and told

her she could snitch and die

I couldn’t tell you what any of that feels like, I was a pipsqueak I would

smoke weed and steal bikes

But all I ever wanted to do was kill mics, back when I was twelve I had my

first real fight

This kid Doodie try to play me soft, popping shit and I never like the way he

talked

So I told that nigga to meet me behind Cesar Chavez, I gave his ass the Wombo

Combo and he dropped dead

Let’s take them back

Everything you know, erase that let me start from scratch, paint a picture of

my life and display that (And so it was written)

Young G-Mo set off on his quest so he can put his fucking balls to the test

(Now listen to me ya’ll)

I’m talking way back, before I had the beanie and the wave cap, licked the ball

sack, before I made that (And so it was written)

Young G-Mo set off on his quest so he can put his fucking balls to the test

(And that’s some real shit)

Yeah, so that’s how G-Mo Skee was made, all the violence, the filthy dope

fiends and pain

Came from the gutter, government cheese and grains, now I’m spitting it until

my whole team is paid

This ain’t a sob story, this is guts and glory, fuck the higher ups y’all ain’t

got nothing for me

I’m just a young nigga trying to get a meal ticket, but these suit and ties

keep hatin' like some real bitches

Speaking of which, if you think you can just stand in my way and stop me from

feeding my nieces and shit

You might as well jump 100 feet from a cliff, because you don’t want beef when

my peeps in the Rich, NIGGA