G’d up from the feet up

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Yeah…

Tailored threads, cold fades, no creases — you know the vibe.

We don’t just show up, we show out.

Uh, I’m G’d up from the feet up, believe that.

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Step out the ride, chrome shining on the curb,

Suit so sharp, cut the silence with a word,

Pocket square perfect, cufflinks gold,

Gaze ice cold, heart ten toes bold.

Smell like money, talk like respect,

Got the tailor on speed dial, cut that check,

From the brim of the fedora to the heel of my shoe,

Ain’t a wrinkle in sight — everything brand new.

Chain tucked in, but the watch still gleam,

A gangster with discipline, sharp like a dream,

Never sloppy, never loud, keep it clean when I creep,

G code in my veins, style run deep.

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G’d up from the feet up (uh-huh),

So clean when I meet up (yeah),

Every step got the street’s trust,

‘Cause the real ones know — you gotta look like us.

G’d up from the feet up (facts),

Press so crisp, can’t beat us (nah),

Respect ain’t cheap, you gotta keep up,

Stay smooth, stay real, stay G’d up.

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Silk tie knotted with a gangster lean,

Everything bespoke, never off-the-rack routine,

Diamond pin on the lapel, subtle but mean,

Swagger talk soft, but the aura’s supreme.

Custom ride with the peanut butter seats,

Bass low bumpin’ that old school beat,

Pull up slow, no flex, just poise,

Whole block quiet — they respect the noise.

Never seen a G panic, always stayin’ composed,

Loyal to the code, in designer clothes,

Class with a pistol, calm with a plan,

You can’t fake G, that’s bred in a man.

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G’d up from the feet up (yeah),

Ironed out, never beat up (nah),

Keep it tight when the heat’s up,

Even pressure make a diamond, gotta G up.

G’d up from the feet up (uh-huh),

Real ones never ease up (never),

Respect’s the only thing we keep up,

Till the casket close — stay G’d up.

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You can see it in the stance, not just the fit,

Ain’t about flash, it’s how you commit,

Discipline, pride, and a code that’s tight,

Dress right, think right, move right at night.

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So when I roll through, they know what’s up,

Ain’t no bluff, just class and guts,

From the block to the suite, every level I touch,

I’m G’d up from the feet up — yeah, that’s us.