[Max B & Dave East]
Word, this that new shit, nigga
Dave  East, Max Biggavel
Fuck  you niggas talkin´ ´bout, nigga?
Ain´t ready for this shit, nigga

Y´all niggas ain´t got this right here
Oh,  oh, Lord
Oh,  oh, oh, oh, Lord
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Lord
Oh,  oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord
Oh, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord, Lord

[Dave East]
Corner  of his block, that´s as far as he could see
Fiends in and out the spot, it been hard to go to sleep (It been hard)
Shorty wanna be a G (Shorty wanna be a G)
Shorty wanna be a G (Uh)
He ain´t seen his pops, him and his momma hardly speak

The shit that he be goin´ through, you´ll probably never see (Oh)
Shorty caught up in the streets (Caught up)
Shorty wanna be a G
He built for the hood, when it get dark he still could see
He tatted his homies on him ´cause most of them deceased
Pourin´ out liquor for niggas he´ll never see
Fuck a book, he´ll rather catch a jux, he never read
Shorty wanna be a G, he ain´t the one you wanna meet
Dolo, he ain´t never deep

[Dave East]
Shorty wanna be a G (Oh, oh)
Shorty wanna be a G (Oh, oh)

Corner of his block, that´s as far as he could see (Oh, oh, oh)
That´s as far as he could see (Oh, oh lord)

[Dave East]
Alright
Couple spots he robbed, he ain´t never got no job
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Alright
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Alright
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shorty wanna be a G (Oh lord)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Corner of his block, that´s as far as he could see
The man on his block, that´s all he wanna be
He came up on some guap and lost it all in a week (Lost)

Just thinkin´ ´bout his homies, lost ´em all in the streets (My niggas)
Shorty wanna be a G
If it ain´t about money, don´t wanna talk to you for free
(Where that money at?)
He young but got the heart to be a G
He done put in pain, they know his name all through the streets (They know him)
He´ll probably never change, he just wanna be a G
Shorty wanna be a G

[Max B]
Yeah
This shit smooth right here, East
I´m doin´ the unthinkable
This shit unprecedented right here
You already know Harlem niggas, how we do

Let´s go

[Max B]
For the weekend, baby tried to charge me a G
She like the wave, so I got that down to a three
All she gotta do is touch and a nigga skeet
We rep this Harlem shit, me and my nigga East (East)
Biggaveli you´s a beast, alright
Yeah, real niggas, real music, real street
Street, feds watching out, I feel heat
Niggas still cheatin´, get a head start
Chip in, get your benefits
Niggas is ignorant, niggas inconsiderate
Niggas be innocent, but still go to jail
Can´t stand the pressure, they fuck around, they go and tell
But I don´t shoot shade

Step back, shoot a fade
Marry the streets young, she toss up the bouquet
Bottle of D´Usse, let´s crusade
Nigga be jelly, they hate the Bigga, touché
Time out on the stove, momma out in the cold
Chain 300 thou´, ridin´ out in a Rolls
Seats all clean, feet all clean
In prison, I pedal smut, beat off king
He off Henny, he off lean
We all stick together, we all team
Oww!
Yeah
Shout out to all my niggas
East, what´s good?

[Dave East]
Shorty wanna be a G
Shorty wanna be a G

Corner of his block, that´s just as far as he could see
That´s as far as he could see