Not A Workout Song

E.S.G.

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    [Hook:]
    Now this ain't a song, you can workout on
    This a song, you could cook your work on
    Yeah dog, cook that snow
    Bag that dro, gon get your do'
    This ain't a song, you can workout on
    This a song, you can cook your work on
    Yeah homie, gon get your mail
    But watch your back, you might wind up in jail

    [E.S.G.:]
    Yeah first off, pay attention to this
    I feel bad, when I'm talking that negative shit
    Here we go homie, whip game no doubt
    36 going in, 78 coming out
    Microwave hot, doing three at a time
    Don't believe me nigga, you ain't been on the grind
    Do you wanna make one, they all 28
    26-27, boys get it straight
    Rule number one, no new clientele
    Leave no residue, and wipe your scale
    I'll prolly go to hell, for talking bout this
    Niggaz don't listen, to the positive shit
    I gotta give it to em raw, new world order
    Young babies found, dead around the water
    Don't sell dope, cause it's bad for your health
    When the money get low, we contradict ourself

    [Hook]

    [E.S.G.:]
    Locked down, like Nick or Robert James
    So much time, it make you go insane
    So much money, can't go on a plane
    So much work, they can't know your name
    You need a A-list, alibye
    Think it's the 80's, this the FBI
    Creeping in your house, watching your spouse
    Got a rat in your cap, but I ain't talking bout a mouse
    Talking bout the kind, that'll point you out
    Bring the alphabet land, to your baby mama house
    Plant bugs in your couch, read your house
    Going through your papers, when you take the trash out
    But don't watch me, watch the police
    They the biggest gang, that's supplying the streets
    And then they blame we, for our community
    And grant that snitch, straight immunity

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    [Hook]

    [E.S.G.:]
    Came back home, just did ten
    This a true story, about G with the Benz
    Got my homeboy, straight life sentence
    Name's been changed, to protect the innocent
    This one thang, we fall victim to
    The mighty green dollars, straight be calling you
    Bathen-ape, you gotta get that shoe
    Bentley jeep too, you gotta have a new coupe
    Now you candy red, living on the edge
    Bills piling up, can't afford to be scared
    Not knowing all the time, your connect was a FED
    Now you never coming home, till you old or dead I say

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    [E.S.G.:]
    Nick Scholts, hold your head up
    Robert James, hold your head up
    E.D., hold your head up
    Ke-We, won't you hold your head up
    Everybody in the FEDs, hold your head up
    Everybody doing state time, hold your head up
    All my boys locked down, hold your head up
    East Coast-West Coast, let me see you hold it up
    Midwest, hold your head up
    Dirty South, gotta hold your head up
    Yeah, won't you hold your head up
    Boys wanna see ya, dead or fed up

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