707 (G Mike)

King Mike G, know we stay OF to the death Best bitches get wet off of that pineapple express Thought I told you that the rain don't stop They ain't taking me in, unless they bringing like 54 cops Nigga fuck rules, fuck you, fuck a jail sentence All them fucking critics say my gang is a gimmick Make them say God, pray to odd, there's no other ... know we keep it criminal, run up in your housing Young... 2000 Never one for stress, my nigga I just blaze ... inside the cage Now it's sold out shows, jumping off stage But never lose sight, still looking for better days And this is when... but I don't even fuck with this My nigga, I'm like "hey" Wolfgang bitch.