No Lil-Bitch Come Str8 From Da’ Brix (Prt. 1) [G-Squeezy’z “On Da’Real G”!]

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Roll dis’ real shit my Niggitz!

[Intro | lengthy instrumental with a beat the corresponds to the emotion and the emotional swells:]
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[Verse:]
I ain’t grow up in da’ skreetz where the songs of life were tragically poetic, magnetic an’ with a whole bunch of pathetic but I grew up aware.
Cold floor mornings, no heat in the air.
Fridge light brighter than hope in there,
Sometimes dinner was pride and a prayer.
Mama stretched dollars till paper went thin,
I watched her count coins with a tremble within,
Heard her whisper, “Lord, don’t let him fold,”
So I learned young how to swallow my cold.
Came up broke-broke. Not aesthetic — legit.
Hand-me-downs didn’t fit, still wore ’em to fit.
Kids laughed, I laughed back a little too quick,
That’s how you mask when you sick of the script.
Trust? Niggit, I done paid tuition in all da’ betrayal fees.
Dudes say “I got you,” then ghost with the breeze.
Swear they your brother, your shadow, your shield —
Till it’s time to stand still… then they lock da’ Glock open up an’ peel.
Only one ever kept word in tact,
No speeches, no hype — just action and fact.
Stood there solid when loyalty’s taxed,
Didn’t flinch when the weight came stacked.
Mama tried hard not to raise me naïve,
Told me “Everybody ain’t Eva’ what they seem”, “dreams be dreams” an’ a real man stands up for what he believes! 
But problems begot problems — that’s real,
When the rent late, morals start to peel.
Now the code simple, carved in the head:
Snitches lay in ditches — that’s what was said.
Graveyard quiet, no talk an’ no tears to shed,
I seen candles melt for the words they spread.
Hooligans, Hoodlems thuggin G’z be out like a clockworx it’s gears,
Same four corners for years and years.
Post on stoops with the same cold stare,
Like the block got gravity holdin’ ’em there.
Real street Niggitz don’t let you grow old slow.
Youth expire quicker than hope.
Most don’t make it past young and broke,
Unless they find something deeper to hold.
The rare ones build talent from tension and lack,
Turn rhythm to revenue, skill to a track.
Groove what they need just to prove they intact,
Channel the chaos instead of the smack, the root and the crack.
I seen youngins from unda’ flickerin’ lights an’ Tryna fix up a fix just to get through the night wit Broken streetlamp buzzin’ like life They remix survival, but not quite right.
If I make it past what buried the rest It won’t be the money that make me blessed an’ It’ll be shinin’ a light where the bricks still stress — Showin’ them kids they ain’t trapped in the press where da’rest meet their rest with a hole in da’ chest!

[Hook:]
Cold nights, my soul froze where the streetlights flicker,
Trust broken like bones, every friend a snicker.
Hooldlems grindin’, corners hummin’ with danger,
I shine for the youth still trapped under anger.
Every loss left a mark, every scar got a story,
From hunger to grief, from the pain to the glory.
G-Squeezy speakin’, ain’t no fakin’ the grind,
Light up the bricks so they see, don’t get lost.

[Verse 2:]
I woke up to silence, fridge hum louder than dreams,
Mama in the kitchen, eyes red, hands bleach-bleamed.
Bills stacked like corpses, letters smellin’ like smoke,
I learned the world don’t care ‘bout the promises you spoke.
Dudes swore loyalty, smoked blunts in my face,
Then vanished in corners, left me pickin’ up grace.
One soul kept it real when the sky cracked open,
Stood by my ribs, when every other token broken.
I seen blood in the gutter, tears dryin’ in sand,
Little niggitz grow old fast tryna hold a hand.
Clockwork corners, hoody shadows, the block never sleeps,
Postin’ for respect, stackin’ grief in deep heaps.
Talent the ladder, but chaos the rope,
Some climb, some fall, some learn to cope.
I flipped pain to rhythm, survival to verse,
Every rhyme a lifeline from the depths of the curse.
Youngins underneath broken streetlights buzzin’ like life,
Tryna fix a fix, a remix from strife.
I make it past the grave, not for money, for hope,
Shinin’ through bricks so they learn how to cope.
Snitches rot in ditches, graveyards keep the score,
I walk the line steady, but I carry the war.
G-Squeezy Deepz — voice from the scarred, the raw,
Every bar an incision, every word my law.

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[Opening | Intro | slow burn beginning slowly churns into full throttle:] Yo, dissiz ya Manz G-Squeezy, First of da’ first real cut of the dirt from a real life G an’ all da’ bits of the pain, grit and all the fucked up things dat hurt but somehow turned out to she’s a light in the dark and the fresh rain to old-Durt! Don’t get lost or yull get left in the toss son! Roll dis’ real shit my Niggitz! [Intro | lengthy instrumental with a beat the corresponds to the emotion and the emotional swells:] ——— [Verse:] I ain’t grow up in da’ skreetz where the songs of life were tragically poetic, magnetic an’ with a whole bunch of pathetic but I grew up aware. Cold floor mornings, no heat in the air. Fridge light brighter than hope in there, Sometimes dinner was pride and a prayer. Mama stretched dollars till paper went thin, I watched her count coins with a tremble within, Heard her whisper, “Lord, don’t let him fold,” So I learned young how to swallow my cold. Came up broke-broke. Not aesthetic — legit. Hand-me-downs didn’t fit, still wore ’em to fit. Kids laughed, I laughed back a little too quick, That’s how you mask when you sick of the script. Trust? Niggit, I done paid tuition in all da’ betrayal fees. Dudes say “I got you,” then ghost with the breeze. Swear they your brother, your shadow, your shield — Till it’s time to stand still… then they lock da’ Glock open up an’ peel. Only one ever kept word in tact, No speeches, no hype — just action and fact. Stood there solid when loyalty’s taxed, Didn’t flinch when the weight came stacked. Mama tried hard not to raise me naïve, Told me “Everybody ain’t Eva’ what they seem”, “dreams be dreams” an’ a real man stands up for what he believes! But problems begot problems — that’s real, When the rent late, morals start to peel. Now the code simple, carved in the head: Snitches lay in ditches — that’s what was said. Graveyard quiet, no talk an’ no tears to shed, I seen candles melt for the words they spread. Hooligans, Hoodlems thuggin G’z be out like a clockworx it’s gears, Same four corners for years and years. Post on stoops with the same cold stare, Like the block got gravity holdin’ ’em there. Real street Niggitz don’t let you grow old slow. Youth expire quicker than hope. Most don’t make it past young and broke, Unless they find something deeper to hold. The rare ones build talent from tension and lack, Turn rhythm to revenue, skill to a track. Groove what they need just to prove they intact, Channel the chaos instead of the smack, the root and the crack. I seen youngins from unda’ flickerin’ lights an’ Tryna fix up a fix just to get through the night wit Broken streetlamp buzzin’ like life They remix survival, but not quite right. If I make it past what buried the rest It won’t be the money that make me blessed an’ It’ll be shinin’ a light where the bricks still stress — Showin’ them kids they ain’t trapped in the press where da’rest meet their rest with a hole in da’ chest! [Hook:] Cold nights, my soul froze where the streetlights flicker, Trust broken like bones, every friend a snicker. Hooldlems grindin’, corners hummin’ with danger, I shine for the youth still trapped under anger. Every loss left a mark, every scar got a story, From hunger to grief, from the pain to the glory. G-Squeezy speakin’, ain’t no fakin’ the grind, Light up the bricks so they see, don’t get lost. [Verse 2:] I woke up to silence, fridge hum louder than dreams, Mama in the kitchen, eyes red, hands bleach-bleamed. Bills stacked like corpses, letters smellin’ like smoke, I learned the world don’t care ‘bout the promises you spoke. Dudes swore loyalty, smoked blunts in my face, Then vanished in corners, left me pickin’ up grace. One soul kept it real when the sky cracked open, Stood by my ribs, when every other token broken. I seen blood in the gutter, tears dryin’ in sand, Little niggitz grow old fast tryna hold a hand. Clockwork corners, hoody shadows, the block never sleeps, Postin’ for respect, stackin’ grief in deep heaps. Talent the ladder, but chaos the rope, Some climb, some fall, some learn to cope. I flipped pain to rhythm, survival to verse, Every rhyme a lifeline from the depths of the curse. Youngins underneath broken streetlights buzzin’ like life, Tryna fix a fix, a remix from strife. I make it past the grave, not for money, for hope, Shinin’ through bricks so they learn how to cope. Snitches rot in ditches, graveyards keep the score, I walk the line steady, but I carry the war. G-Squeezy Deepz — voice from the scarred, the raw, Every bar an incision, every word my law. [Hook:] Cold nights, my soul froze where the streetlights flicker, Trust broken like bones, every friend a snicker. Hooldlems grindin’, corners hummin’ with danger, I shine for the youth still trapped under anger. Every loss left a mark, every scar got a story, From hunger to grief, from the pain to the glory. G-Squeezy speakin’, ain’t no fakin’ the grind, Light up the bricks so they don’t get lost!

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