Lone Wolf II - G-Mo Skee

I know I’m getting real distant

I hope it don’t make you think I feel different

When I get paid, best believe I will visit

This ain’t for the fans;

this strictly for my niggas

I know I’m getting real distant

I hope it don’t make you think I feel different

When I get paid, best believe I will visit

This ain’t for the fans;

this strictly for my niggas

I miss the past when we wasn’t getting paid

When we was just kids and the trouble we made

All day, we would do shit kids would do

But now I we got shit to do

Ey

Yo look

Didn’t I tell you niggas one day we would leave those blocks

I told you we would be on top

And to think, last year I wasn’t ready to be no pops

Now I’m grinding;

you won’t see G-Mo stop

I’ve been going places that I never thought I would go

On the road, doing shows in the fog and the snow

It’s a struggle;

that’s what it takes for artists to grow

I work hard, thank God we ain’t starving no mo'

'Cause now we get rushed by the fans screaming «bless you»

When I get off tour I’m thinking 'bout my next tune

I’ve got to keep moving, got to make the best moves

Just in case my nieces and nephews need refuge

I told myself I’d be feeding the fam

Just focus on the goal and proceed with the plan

I was never worried 'bout college fees and exams

And I never bow down to the feet of a man nigga

I know I’m getting real distant

I hope it don’t make you think I feel different

When I get paid, best believe I will visit

This ain’t for the fans;

this strictly for my niggas

I know I’m getting real distant

I hope it don’t make you think I feel different

When I get paid, best believe I will visit

This ain’t for the fans;

this strictly for my niggas

I miss the past when we wasn’t getting paid

When we was just kids and the trouble we made

All day, we would do shit kids would do

But now I we got shit to do

Ey

To my sister who took care of me when I was a seed

I left home before I was finna be sixteen

And even though we argued and disagreed

She knew her baby brother was destined to see his dreams

And momma still can’t believe that I’m taking flights

I’m out of state, she calling me every day and night

Perform in Tulsa, I saw that nigga sell

If I don’t get you back to Richmond I’mma raise hell

My nigga Kev’s still macking on these bitches

Super Saiyan pimp hand smacking on these bitches

Cash Prada, J Novee, Roman and Gatsby

Here now bang gang shit holding us back

And Vinnie Paz kept it real for the young

Got me on a track: changed my life with one song

And C-Lens you know what’s up dog?

Every time you jump on a track we come strong

I know I’m getting real distant

I hope it don’t make you think I feel different

When I get paid, best believe I will visit

This ain’t for the fans;

this strictly for my niggas

I know I’m getting real distant

I hope it don’t make you think I feel different

When I get paid, best believe I will visit

This ain’t for the fans;

this strictly for my niggas

I miss the past when we wasn’t getting paid

When we was just kids and the trouble we made

All day, we would do shit kids would do

But now I we got shit to do

Ey

So many years I’ve worked for what I’ve got now

Don’t want to lose it all being too hostile

And these motherfuckers wonder why I’m seldom seen

I’m at the house making music smoking hella weed

I told my nieces they can take my strength

So I’m never worried 'bout if their grades might slip

And I’mma make up for every birthday I missed

We gon' ball out when the world play my shit

To all my niggas struggling I raise my fist

We in the same boat nigga I ain’t Don Rich

Thanks to my godbrother, we stay in the hills

Still busting our ass but we paying the bills

When I get paid, we gon' blaze it and chill

Like back in the old days, no fame or a pill

Before we were chasing the mill

When we was kids

This isn’t for the rap money this is for my niggs

I love y’all

I know I’m getting real distant

I hope it don’t make you think I feel different

When I get paid, best believe I will visit

This ain’t for the fans;

this strictly for my niggas

I know I’m getting real distant

I hope it don’t make you think I feel different

When I get paid, best believe I will visit

This ain’t for the fans;

this strictly for my niggas

I miss the past when we wasn’t getting paid

When we was just kids and the trouble we made

All day, we would do shit kids would do

But now I we got shit to do

Ey