Lyrics:

gotta be a g
gotta be a g till the day that i die

southside of this city i was born and raised, so i rep my neighborhood on or off the stage
H town bound proud of the scene i set, im a product of these mothafuckin streets i guess. born hustla so that's the only life i know, late night dope slangin up and down my row. true story aint no fakin on these blocks i hung, live fast, touch money, got rich, and died young.
yea.. that's the mentality we had back then. nowadays we put them kobe's on that maybach benz. long way from the corner yet and still i get my stuff cross the hood where i from nigga's dont give up. so i dont give a fuck like them, self made, demandin my respect out here, yea went from a soldier to a don like he, rest in peace Pimp C yousa straight up G.

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gotta be a g till the day that i die x4
gotta be a g
real homies stand up
gotta be a g
OG's stand up
gotta be a g
that's right H town we still here
gotta be a g til the day that i die

when ur raised in the streets it leave a hell of a scar
cuz in the gansta battle field you losin soldiers at war. if yousa hustle with a heart that keep scratchin for mo even though the game bad and the sales are slow. last week i wrote a song and tears fell on the pad. Rest in peace the big mo and that boy pimp jab. Where im from everyday homies rise and fall so when they call for the deeds imma stand up tall. Come together life's just to short for livin it wrong. respect the code and never break it till im dead n gone. aint no food on the table then my night aint right God forgive me have mercy cuz i chose this life. imma G 100 proof not some made up hype im out the gutter understand you cant clone my type, face marv and thug G forever we rock solid we legendary G's like Pac and Chris Wallace. Know what im sayin?

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when a g spread love it's a large amount, im on my knees everyday cuz i got blessins to count. all these rats comin forward, dawg my game is sad, he wasnt talkin to them folks and lost the pride he had. gettin money on the highway goin state to state, when them sirens pull you over you gotta stand up straight, imma GF to the O and never crossed that line, fallin off atlanta dyin never crossed my mind. i lost time on the block that i cant get back, and when you listenin to my album that's my life on tracks. you see the hustla in the door out there wavin his hands? representing like a G till they covered in sand. Jumpin gates, and runnin corners, tryin to shuffle the story, till some acres full a land fillin moma a home. you get a fresh new start at the top of the year if yousa G then this the time to stand up in here. yea.. know wat im sayin?

Chorus)
gotta be a g till the day that i die x4
gotta be a g
real homies stand up
gotta be a g
OG's stand up
gotta be a g