Artist: E.S.G.
Album:  Everyday Street Gangsta
Song:   E.S.G.
Typed by: Lil Hustle

[Hook]
E.S.G., yeah I'm home
Tell them lil' boys, get up off daddy throne
E.S.G., yeah I'm back
Sold a million independent, I don't need a platinum plaque
E.S.G., yeah I'm here
You boys had your run, this my comeback year
E.S.G., you know the name
Underground icon boy, I been running thangs

[E.S.G.]
You getting cheese, well stand up
The one who brought you Swangin' & Bangin', Wanna be a Baller and Getcha Hands Up
Freestyle king, that's no lie
Real king in the South, just like Bun B or T.I.
Notorious like B.I., let's get it straight folks
Now where my house shoes, and my flat screen remote
I must eat, that's the main goal
Now where my favorite glass, and my big cereal bowl boy
S.U.C., that's the gang
You hear the radio game, that's watered down mayn
H.I.V., describes the flow
Or better yet cancer, so better get some chemo
Just like Bush, I call shots
Y'all been here long enough, it's time for me to change the locks
Need a designated driver, tonight about to get full
Call me Michael Vick, I'm killing all you little pitbulls

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[E.S.G.]
Like Jay-Z, I run the label
Me and Mack we count stacks, got three mill on the table
What you see, these rappers dance
While we take it like chess, and moving zones to feed the fam
Record labels don't understand, they keep on signing clones
When you got good businesses, they don't wanna put you on
Sell a mill on my own, I don't need a Def Jam
Give me a thousand eight grams, lil' saran and a rental van
I don't need the dinner plan, keep them stones in my mouth
I don't need your advance, we flipping homes in the South
Yeah I'm on G, who fears no man
Judge gave me three, but he freed Lindsay Lohan

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[E.S.G.]
R.I.P., to H.A.W.K. and Screw
Whether dead or in the feds, we ain't forgot about you
But the F.B.I., think they fly
Trying to find my connect, Gulf Coast we supply
But you sweet as pie, we call em buttercream
We need a new vote, before you crown another king
Top let back, we pop trunk
I showed you boys that, on the Ocean of Funk
Homie it's my time, I shoulda been on
They wanna pay me, like I'm Pacman Jones
But I'm off the leash, silverback gorilla
Your ego's too big, so the crowns can't fit ya nigga

(*talking*)
G'eah know I'm saying, boys egos too big
They going Hollywood and commercial, forgetting where they come from
Thank you Mike D for putting it down, you a legend just like me
And for those who don't know who I am, let me tell em

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