G Perico

"Finally Off Parole"

G Perico
Finally off parole
'Bout go crazy on they ass
sh*t don't stop
You know what I mean?
Look, uh

[Verse 1]
They done let me go, three years was way too long
Every month I had to see 'em twice, hot control
Now I feel free, 'bout to buy some new sh*t
And show the whole world how G Perico do sh*t
Now I can finally say how I feel on the real
They extended my sh*t and I kept on appealing
Hit the office in my beamer, always talking sh*t
I ain't been in trouble, f*ck a job, I'm a crip
I got game from old n*ggas and game from rich n*ggas
My celly was a lifer, [?] that killed n*ggas
Uh, my real homies love to see me shining
They all know I ain't a rapper, I'm a convict
I failed a statistic now it's a whole different category
The one percent of rich n*ggas that's in the world
Gotta get close to it, bring my locs to it
Blue [?], drink 'nac' and then smoke to it
I lost money 'cross the country 'cause these motherf*ckers
State parole, it's a bunch of punk motherf*ckers
They done let gangster Gibs out
That just goes to show, watch the lies from a b*tch mouth

Yeah, b*tch
Straight from the motherf*ckin' cell block to the motherf*ckin' Bently lot, n*gga
You know what I'm sayin, n*gga?
You better save some money for them motherf*ckin' legal fees 'cause you losing with that public [?], on God

[Verse 2]
f*ck the [?} office
And f*ck Bill Clinton, one reason prison population charted
I used to shoot hoop
Went to jail now I'm ridin' 'round free in the coupe
Blue rag around the column, 'bout to go shoppin'
Get my jeans from Niemans and my shoes from the Slausson
I'm living better than the PO, that's why they hatin'
Max me out hopin' that I violated
Brung me in about a murder in a city I ain't never been
I brung my lawyer, any questions, you can ask him
Now I don't hang with suckers, and n*ggas hangin' with suckers
Walking around like they ain't suckers
I'm just a gangsta n*gga from the way, flying straight
How could you hoe n*ggas fix your lips to ever start hatin'
Off parole, now I'm back hangin' free
{?] G slippin' 'cause my homies ain't down with peace treaties
'Bout to make my first million and it's lookin' good
Hope you punk POs sit and watch me do it
f*ck y'all

G Perico, sh*t don't stop, b*tch!
Finally off parole 10-22-16
Which is my daughter birthday, too, you know I mean?
Just gave back my second number
First one, F-4-8-5-7-5
Second one, A-M-4-1-8-9
sh*t don't stop, So Way Out, b*tch!
f*ck y'all

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