Goon$ - King Lil G

I Live In The World

Where The Haters Talk Shit About You

If You Get Money

Man That Shit Is Ugly

I Found A Few Connects

When I Was Young

Selling Dope Was Never Easy

Man I’m Telling You, I Got Lucky

I Was Up On Alameda

Cruisin' Down The Street

Usually A Pretty Bitch

Up On My Driver Seat

Inhale Exhale

I Hate It When You Lie To Kick It

Bitches Need To Keep It Real

I Give A Fuck How You Feel

I Got Some Dope Money

Then I Went & Paid My Momma’s Bills

Notorious Smoked With The Gang

Spit Flows & I Never Say No To A Fade

Zip-Lock Bags Full Of Dro & Some Caine

In My Zone All I Do Is Put Doe In The Bank

Hoes Better Know What I Smoke & I Drank

Extendos & A Half A «O» On The Tray, Lets Roll

Bitches Got My Name Tattoo’d On Em

Thinking That They Got Me On Lock (Never!)

I’m At A Party With A Couple Of Goons

And I’m Hoping That Nobody Get Shot (Get It)

No Party Like A Gangsta Party

No Party Like A Gangsta

No Party Like A Gangsta Party

Ain’t No Party Like A Gangsta

I Come From The Gang

Yeah I Come From The Streets

Yeah I Still Get Harassed By The Fucking Police

You Still On The Run

And You Still Getting Guns

You Livin' Like Fuck It

I’m Still Sellin' Drugs

Don’t Understand What I Gotta Do

To Make You Understand

All I Had Was A Couple Soups

I Grew Up Kinda Screwed Up

Started Getting Tatted

Everything About Me Blew’d Up

Listening To Wu-Tang, Cash Rules

Money Over Hoes

Even If She Got Me Tattoo’d

Came Back In A All Black Benz’s

Its A Trip How I Went

And I Lost A Few Friends

The Evil Amongst A Few Men

I Lost A Few Hoes I Was With

Fuck Em I’m Still Gettin' Bread

I’m Still Gettin' Way Up Ahead

I’mma Fuck With Your Best Friend Instead

You Still Being Watched By The Feds

I Come From The Gang

Yeah I Come From The Streets

Yeah I Still Get Harassed By The Fucking Police

You Still On The Run

And You Still Getting Guns

You Livin' Like Fuck It

I’m Still Sellin' Drugs

Don’t Understand What I Gotta Do

To Make You Understand

All I Had Was A Couple Soups

I Grew Up Kinda Screwed Up

Started Getting Tatted

Everything About Me Blew’d Up

Listening To Wu-Tang, Cash Rules

Money Over Hoes

Even If She Got Me Tattoo’d

Came Back In A All Black Benz’s

Its A Trip How I Went

And I Lost A Few Friends

The Evil Amongst A Few Men

I Lost A Few Hoes I Was With

Fuck Em I’m Still Gettin' Bread

I’m Still Gettin' Way Up Ahead

I’mma Fuck With Your Best Friend Instead

You Still Being Watched By The Feds