[Verse 1]
All I ever wanted was a hood dream
Came from the bottom with the gang bangers
Mama told me I need to make changes
Just a ghetto young boy trying to make it
Fuck these rappers with a ghost writer
On sunset with a lowrider
I just live life and it’s nothin major
Black ‘63 with the gold Daytons
Smoking the weed just to ease the pain
These bitches tell me that I need to stay
I’m wanting my G’s to beat the case
I got the G in my DNA
New all stars with the blue laces
Always stay real but I stay dangerous
Got more kids thеn I gotta raise ‘em
Hoes gеt mad when you replace ‘em
Too many hoes and I don’t chase ‘em
Send these hoes to my location
I’m a just do what I wanna do now
I don’t give a fuck if these hoes famous
I don’t give a fuck if you know gangstas
No shirt on with the gold chains
Tell the waitress I need more drank
Keeping it G like the old days
[Chorus]
Bow down to a real G when you muthafucking see one
Bow down to a real G when you muthafucking see one
Bow down to a real G when you muthafucking see one
Bow down to a real G

I’m [?] south
With a blue bandana
Is she ready to go?
Is she ready to handle?
In the city of Angels
Bitch I’m ready to ride
And I’m smoking again
But we ready to ride

[Verse 2]
Ride around with a full clip
I don’t give a fuck about none of that shit
If a muthafucka really wanna come trip
Better go ask who the fuck I’m with
Got hoes on the line tryna come through now
Ask your bitches they loving the south
South side winning and we hold it down
Freestyle shit, we don’t write shit down
All the hoes wanna tie me down
I’m like bitch you better wipe me down
Jewelry looking icy now
All these haters wanna fight me now
She wanna get tatted all over her body
She tell me she loving me
I be living in luxury
Keep it gutter I’m from the street
Hot boxin the V12
Got the work for the retail
Y’all be acting like some females
Middle finger when I see 12
Got the chamber in the glovebox
In the west where they love Pac
Got the chamber in the glovebox
In the west where the gun pops
[Chorus]
Bow down to a real G when you muthafucking see one
Bow down to a real G when you muthafucking see one
Bow down to a real G when you muthafucking see one
Bow down to a real G

I’m [?] south
With a blue bandana
Is she ready to go?
Is she ready to handle?
In the city of Angels
Bitch I’m ready to ride
And I’m smoking again
But we ready to ride