DA LEGEND G.7EVEN - WELCOME TO THE (G.D.O.C.) (feat. Pella daGoat, Stinky Ghost & Ty daReal 1)

Backwoods, Phantom Records, it's Da Legend G Motherfuckin' 7
Mr. pale face up in this bitch, y'all know what the fuck goin' on
I'm locked in with that boy Pella the motherfuckin' GOAT
My brothers Ty and Stinky Ghost

You know what it is, ill la familia
Only ill gone recognize ill
I'm sendin' shouts out to my big bro for makin' a Lot of people believe in ghosts
The same way he's done made a lot of y'all believe in ghosts

I done made a lot of y'all hail the pale, you know what I'm sayin'
16-6, lmf, I love Loyalty
Y'all know I'm Ghost Face and Pale Face reppin
And ill la familia, steppin', fuck you mean

I'll, la familia
Ladies and gentlemen, fluesies and simpletons
It's time to rearrange the format, cave yo temple
In and we ain't takin' no losses, that's why we win again

Soon as that game even starts then watch it begin again
I'll always be what you see until the game change
The reflection in the mirror don't even look the same
But even when shit get bad, I really can't complain

Cause I done hit rock bottom, now I'm flyer than a plane
Feels like I changed the world, since I done changed my life
I blame it on my girl, I changed her to my wife
And she done made me be the man I always had inside

Showin' me how to grow, by lettin' go of pride
And these folks wish they could slide me, but they never will
Only real gon' stand beside me, boy, y'all better chill
And now you know that I'm with it, boy, you can come and get it

Cause you know we on the front lines, yeah, the fams forever ill
We fuck these bitches, fuck monogamy
Dirty butts and gutter sluts
We kick that shit like we a soccer team
Yep
Cut that cornbread and go and get them collard greens

That Mac 11 dirty, but all of these llamas clean
Deep up in this shit like it's Monopoly
They spin the block if you ain't who you tryin' to be
Shut em down
And when it's war, we want blood, ain't no coppin' pleas, know that

Leave yo ass slumped sittin' in them robber jeans
Yep
Inside caviar, outside spaghetti
And where I'm from, we ain't the ordinary, ordinary, unique
We used to ride hotbox like we supported Bentley

And everybody on my team upscorin' Heavy
I'll la familia
Eye ball the work if the scale broke
And I don't see none of these dudes, I'm in brail mode
Mob style, we'll push your ass off of a sail, boat
I'll

You gotta stick to the script like Velcro
And every dog ain't yo Doberman, Pincher
Mutts
And these hoes just a Boa Constrictor
Ratchets
And the world just a cobra with venom
Slime

And we out here like a colan dispenser
Yeah
Yo, welcome to the G.D.O.C.
Georgia Department of Motherfuckin' Corruptions
Yo, you know what the fuck goin' on

Thumbs down, pinkies up, yo
We won't stop until we on top
Until then we goin' off like alarm clocks
You thought you seen it all, you ain't seen enough

We winnin' over here and we still heatin' up
If you won't smoke, let them heaters tuck
We been gettin' money, my pockets green as fuck
Silly little rabbit, you a cartoon

We in the war room, this is how a boss moves
You see my whole crew, we some gladiators
You and all them little dudes, with you aggravatin
And these guns with me, look like they come with tracers

You better get your girl, she all on the flavor
I keep that fire with me, like we doing welding
Department of Corruptions, we all convicted felons
All rats gotta die, we don't do no tellin

Life's a motherfuckin' gamble, tell me how you betting
I don't care what you sayin', I don't care what you said
I'll never be a peasant, I hustle everyday
That's why I'm with the legend, and y'all just in the way

You won't ever get your blessings if all you gon' do is pray
You gotta match the effort, and never stop your grind
Cause folks fold under that pressure, I see it all the time
Don't ever get it twisted, hey, I'm forever with it

Unless you with the fam, you need to keep your distance
I'm around the snakes and fakes, them folks will cap you down
But I done graduated, don't need no cap and gown
And, this department down in Georgia show you what it take

You can smell the corruption as soon as you walk through the gates
Get the fuck out my face, and let me show you different
Because I'm with my brother, brock, so y'all should probably listen

I'm standing with precision, never standing on division
I'm runnin' with the realest, and I ain't about to
Mention
I'm Ghost Face reppin', and Pale Face steppin
The choppers got the answers, for all your fuckin' questions
I'm throwin' up the sevens, yeah, I'm a loaded weapon

I don't know him, I wasn't there dog
And probably never met them
I make yo girl holla, she call me Big Papa
And I ain't bout to stop her, do we got a problem

I'm screaming hoogee, y'all boys some coochie
That little shit that y'all doin', don't even move me
It's Ill-Fam-Duck, and we don't give a fuck
Thumbs down, pinkies up, middle fingers up

If it's up then it's stuck, fuck you talkin' about
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
Yeah, it's the legend G.7, man
I'm OG CEO status, what the fuck you mean

I don't need Narra Kracker to vouch for me
My name Been ringin' bells throughout the motherfuckin' chain gang
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
Pendo made it

Written by:
Joshua Brock, Justin Greene, Tyoune Young, Scotty Venable

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