My G lyrics

(Hook)

This is the final leg, my G

Are we still alive or dead, my G?

This fire is gonna spread, my G

You're gonna need your bed, my G

It's shot like copper and lead, my G

I ain't got time for a beg, my G

Real, I'm not a bootleg, my G

Bun what who and who says, my G, yeah

(Verse 1)

It's all popping

Cuh I'm that guy but them other man are nothing

Don't wanna see me dropping cuh Pops ain't stopping

If they bring a bit in, then I'll bring a lot in

Got a brand new pattern like I just went shopping

But I never got any of my pot from shotting

Coco came to clean up the game

Like I bought the dustpan, the brush and the mop in

Really going in, my ting ain't flopping

Cutting man out like I'm about this cropping

Anybody thinking I'm a one-hit wonder

I'm telling 'em "oi" cuh I've got more fire dropping

Heard my ting on the radio booming

No airtime for you, ain't that shocking?

You and your crew are on a joke ting

But I'm tryna hang up plaques like a Christmas stocking

(Hook)

This is the final leg, my G

Are we still alive or dead, my G?

This fire is gonna spread, my G

You're gonna need your bed, my G

It's shot like copper and lead, my G

I ain't got time for a beg, my G

Real, I'm not a bootleg, my G

Bun what who and who says, my G, yeah

(Verse 2)

More time, no, sometimes, yes

Keeping it real for the blogs and press

I strap big bars in my yard in North

Then I go and make another anthem in West

If you're rating mandem, big up your chest

But you can't try take my styley, that's theft

Authentic Sheff born and bred

No sound man can't test

Right now, man's blessed, minimal stress

Big man ting, I don't know about presh

On a plane to Jamaica, we show progress

With the great service from the air hostess

When I touch down, I'mma smoke bare cess

And we gotta holla Claire cuh Claire knows best

Dun know that we haffi give thanks fi life

And we're grateful for every last breath

(Hook)

This is the final leg, my G

Are we still alive or dead, my G?

This fire is gonna spread, my G

You're gonna need your bed, my G

It's shot like copper and lead, my G

I ain't got time for a beg, my G

Real, I'm not a bootleg, my G

Bun what who and who says, my G, yeah

(Bridge)

Big, fat and heavy, and that's the way we like it

Just for yo pleasure, no pressure

Down to your molecule under your skin

And all dem way dere

(Verse 3)

You ain't ever getting what I getting when I came, we are not the same

Nah, it's not a game, what a shame, now I'm in the frame

I am not your claiming to fame, money on the brain

And I've got the fire for the flame, what you gonna gain

If you say my name, say my name, go against the grain?

Donny, you're a side, I'm a main, get back in your lane

And you can't write or play with these flows like me

Bring flavour or shut down shows like me

Back to base

First beat I made, gave that to Case

It's all bullshit, you haven't got a fact to spray

Why does you flow sound dead like you passed away?

I spray a likkle bit of spice from aftershave

And now I'm feeling myself like I masturbate

Just know your skin, it ain't that today

BRB, I've got another track to make

(Hook)

This is the final leg, my G

Are we still alive or dead, my G?

This fire is gonna spread, my G

You're gonna need your bed, my G

It's shot like copper and lead, my G

I ain't got time for a beg, my G

Real, I'm not a bootleg, my G

Bun what who and who says, my G, yeah

This is the final leg, my G

Are we still alive or dead, my G?

This fire is gonna spread, my G

You're gonna need your bed, my G

It's shot like copper and lead, my G

I ain't got time for a beg, my G

Real, I'm not a bootleg, my G

Bun what who and who says, my G, yeah