Gs in the House by K. Jayz Lyrics
[Hook x4]
Real G’s in the motherfucking house now
Fake niggas can go ahead and get thrown out
[Verse 1]
You say you do cocaine, but you ain’t really doing coke
You say your music dope, but you ain’t got the antidote to save hip hop
Claiming that you real, but ever since you begun, you done flip-flopped
How many times do we gotta behave like we ain’t got no sense
But expect to be paid?
That shit is backwards nowadays
Like a family tryna live on a minimum wage
A lot of G’s get mistaken for thugs
Cause most of the time, they don’t show nobody love
Specifically the hoes and cops, cause they the most corrupt
And don’t never know when to stop
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
The real G’s in the motherfucking house now
So everybody else can go ahead and bow down
You can never even compare to my presence
You in the presence of a king, you peasants
Now everybody tryna be a lyricist
Nah, fuck that, I’m a lyrical terrorist
With a flow that nobody can touch
Cause if everybody could do it, nobody would even fuck with it
I’m a bulldozer running over fuck niggas
If I could do it again, I’d do it a minute, in a heartbeat
But people quick to shoot ya down if you better than them
Or have a future
Jealousy in everybody’s minds
Never satisfied, so they try and take mines
So predictable, yet it’s so inevitable
To them, you’re not supposed to be great, it’s impossible
[Hook]
Real G’s in the motherfucking house now
Fake niggas can go ahead and get thrown out
[Verse 1]
You say you do cocaine, but you ain’t really doing coke
You say your music dope, but you ain’t got the antidote to save hip hop
Claiming that you real, but ever since you begun, you done flip-flopped
How many times do we gotta behave like we ain’t got no sense
But expect to be paid?
That shit is backwards nowadays
Like a family tryna live on a minimum wage
A lot of G’s get mistaken for thugs
Cause most of the time, they don’t show nobody love
Specifically the hoes and cops, cause they the most corrupt
And don’t never know when to stop
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
The real G’s in the motherfucking house now
So everybody else can go ahead and bow down
You can never even compare to my presence
You in the presence of a king, you peasants
Now everybody tryna be a lyricist
Nah, fuck that, I’m a lyrical terrorist
With a flow that nobody can touch
Cause if everybody could do it, nobody would even fuck with it
I’m a bulldozer running over fuck niggas
If I could do it again, I’d do it a minute, in a heartbeat
But people quick to shoot ya down if you better than them
Or have a future
Jealousy in everybody’s minds
Never satisfied, so they try and take mines
So predictable, yet it’s so inevitable
To them, you’re not supposed to be great, it’s impossible
[Hook]