🎵 Chronicles // by G10

1 ContributorChronicles Lyrics Uh! Y'all thought I was finished (G10) Guess who's back? (I wanna scream at the top of my lungs!) [Verse 1] 2Pac's still alive and don't even fucking at me Y'all must think I died, but I'm poppin' just like acne Take you for a ride, and I’ll cap you in an alley And life’s kinda funny Right when you don't give a fuck is when you rake in all the money Y'all talkin' on Ye and you forget to get your haircut Steve and I, we in the booth, and we just whipin' bangers up LP number 4 and i started it with an uppercut Two shots of Henney Fuck him up in the face, man. He wasn't even ready I idolize a lot of guys who hold up to their legacy I find its just a trying time so I hop out to Bethany And who am I to tell a lie about them and what they meant to be But can I live? I put my all into this shit, how much more can I give Bass in your face makes me wonder if you heard me I put you in a stretcher, in a motherfuckin' gurney Done with all you fake hoes, I gotta get running I want dead presidents Watchin' over me, and protecting my residence [Chorus] Who y'all talkin' 'bout? Who y'all talkin' 'bout? Who y'all talkin' 'bout? Who y'all talkin' 'bout? Is it me? Is it me? Is it me? Is it me? (I wanna scream at the top of my lungs!) Do you think I give a fuck 'bout who you want me to be? [Verse 2] Put it on my name, and I'm wonderin' are we eatin' tho? Bitch, you sweet as hell, you pro'lly fill your cup with sweet and low And damn i knock em down, run the train on em, dominos Don't tell me how to do it Fuckin' with the ice, who am I to say I knew it Every day the hustle has me bustlin' to finish up Slide into DM's with her, your tryna' bust a fuckin' nut Meanwhile im with my girl and she always give me what you want Over easy like an egg Man your up here, can you take it down a peg? College park changed the moment I entered the game G10’s the name, but I bet you love me just the same Guess that shit is over, bitch, what a fucking shame But can I live? You been killin' me forever, how much can I give? Fuck all of that petty shit your tryna' get me into If I ever came at you, you'd end up in a fuckin' institute I hope you know I'm just bein real with you, but bro! And i lost my wallet! The shots are too close, but I'm still here to call it! [Chorus] Who y'all talkin' 'bout? Who y'all talkin' 'bout? Who y'all talkin' 'bout? Who y'all talkin' 'bout? Is it me? Is it me? Is it me? Is it me? (I wanna scream at the top of my lungs!) Do you think I give a fuck 'bout who you want me to be? [Verse 3] Third verse is always where they catch me slippin' up Gotta keep it together and gotta keep it real with ya Time and time again and somehow y'all pissed off Can I live? I'm givin' it my all, how much more can I give? Two doors to choose from and I stayed in the room All y'all is too dumb so i skipped the interlude Take naps on the drum while y'all be gettin' in the mood A dime in my pocket Two years later, and I'm laughin' at the nonsense And now everybody loves me like Raymond But forgot I got here by avoidin' games with 'em A few a day keep them all away. I need to hit 'em Do y'all really think I'm Raymond? Damn! Now I know y'all are not playin' Two-faced bitches always askin' what my name is Damn I wish I had this shit when I was fuckin' aiming But fuck it. Gotta' get this shit fading Two lines and a hook Y'all write reviews, while I write the book [Chorus] Who y'all talkin' 'bout? Who y'all talkin' 'bout? Who y'all talkin' 'bout? Who y'all talkin' 'bout? Is it me? Is it me? Is it me? Is it me? (I wanna scream at the top of my lungs!) Do you think I give a fuck 'bout who you want me to be?