Released on March 10, 2008

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[Intro]

G-G-G-G-H ain't one of these fake MC's, my bars are the truth

I got no PhD but I'mma be away eventually, I'm a star in the booth

Go round town asking the youth who's doing this ting

It's G-H-E double T and O, my mind works, how it's so diverse

Why work when the fiends wanna buy work? (x2)


[Verse 1]

I can see trouble ahead

I live life in a tunnel of death

It's amazing I'm alive still

Ain't aiming a 9 mill

Paving for a nice meal

I been patient and temptation is too much now

How can a man resist luxury?

I wanna know where the paper's at

But I'll be pissed if it's custody

If a couple of Feds come for me

Then it's back door stylie

But the back door might be covered already

And if so then escape's impossible

But I keep optimistic I ain't letting them stop my business

Let them in, "There's nothing illegal here

I ain't got nothing to hide, it's so obvious

Officer look, that's all in my past

I'mma sign autographs, of course I'm a star

Performing's an art!"


[Refrain]

At least two times a day

I come real close to losing my freedom

Taking risks on a daily basis

All I wanna do is make tunes and release them

At least two times a day

I come real close to losing the plot

Taking risks on a daily basis

All I wanna do is put tunes in the shop


[Hook]

G-H ain't one of these fake MC's, my bars are the truth

I got no PhD but I'mma be away eventually, I'm a star in the booth

Go round town asking the youth who's doing this ting

It's G-H-E double T and O, my mind works, how it's so diverse

Why work when the fiends wanna by work?

I really can't stand you fake MC's

I take laptops when I chase MC's

I break MC's over age MC's

I guess you could say that I hate MC's

I really can't stand you fake MC's

I take laptops when I chase MC's

I break MC's over age MC's

I guess you could say that I hate MC's


[Verse 2]

Uh, it's times like this I don't wanna be sober

It's gotta be Jack D's gotta be cola

Niggas wanna jack me, 'cos I stack Ps like a property owner

There ain't no stopping me vulture

You won't eat 'til I'm dead

As long as I'm alive I've gotta be a soldier

Ok, you're probably older

But I know you're soft like quality sofas

You know my policy, no guy's robbing me

I'm serious like I don't like comedy

Police are so devious

They wanna nick a nigga now for an '05 robbery

Don't try follow me, I don't like solitary

I hate authority, I'm a law breaker

All I'll be about is more paper

So don't ask for a favour, Show me a bader

I'll make his homie a traitor, make his homie a stranger

Or so his throat don't see a razor

Everybody knows I'm an uncaged animal

Like everybody knows zoning's a major

I ain't a parolee who won't be a danger

I'm fearless like Steve from Australia

Crocodiles get tamed with the flamer


[Refrain]

At least two times a day

I come real close to shooting a nigga

Taking a risk is bait in the bits

But that won't stop what I'll do for the figures

At least two times a day

I come real close to shooting a foe

Taking risks is bait in the bits

But that won't stop what I'll do for the dough


[Hook]


[Verse 3]

Different day same regime

22 now, and I feel like there's nothing I ain't seen

Wha-gwarn for the rave scene?

It's like the under 18's are deathtraps

I wouldn't be shocked to find guns in a play scheme

To tell the truth I expect that

Some have got bodies on their guns

And still ain't purchased a fresh strap

But on the other hand, some remain clean

Too prang to bang, too dumb to make cream

You ain't had one war

What you got a gun for?

I've done more than you will in a lifetime

It's real when I write rhymes

I ain't gotta force it out

I got a nigga who bought an ounce

A year later bought a house

And survived all sorts of droughts

I'm the talk of the town

And I can see niggas walking around

Sporting a frown

I'm sporting a crown

It was meant to be it fits perfect

I spit sick verses, time on my hands

That's what a little bird did

I never snitched like Curtis

Came out back to the bits

And jumped on the musical wagon

In the hood that's the usual fashion

For big time rappers


[Refrain]

At least two times a day

I come real close to losing my drive

Making hits ain't making me rich

But that won't stop what I do the mic

At least two times a day

I come real close to losing my love

Making hits ain't making me rich

But that won't stop what I'll do the dubs


[Hook]