First Fantasy

Neverland (Ft.Sreeja)

Strange

Tight

Concentrate

Fire and Buzz

Fire And Buzz

Glory

GLORY

Lyrics
[Hook - Codename: JG]
Yeah that’s my dawg, 
you don’t engulf in realism, that ain’t up to par,
Circle of brothers that surround you, were they round from the start,
simple question, learn a lesson,
school of real one education

[Verse 1 - Sage Reignz]
Where the dawgs at?
Sniffin' out the hounds,
Call logs dating back to last December on the 25th,
Got a wish list, called me up like I'm Santa Claus
I'm appalled, cause I held you up when I saw you falling
Where do I go when I be folding under pressure, huh?
No one's around to hold you up 'til when they need you, huh?
Am I to keep it in a bottle?
Find a bottle, drink?
I'll never bother hitting yo' line
Think that'll be crossing the line

[Hook]
Yeah that’s my dawg, 
you don’t engulf in realism, that ain’t up to par,
Circle of brothers that surround you, were they round from the start,
simple question, learn a lesson,
school of real one education,
class in session

[Verse 2- Codename: JG]
I am the lamb, behemoth, without a damn care in the greenland, I land, where niggas slow dance and fire drill plan to stop drop and roll in the dough,
business is Open for sho,
gotta be big tho, 
to triple double down on the low,
you tease the nigga that would shun the big trees for bro,
to chop wood, loyalty is like an egg that is gold,
so hatch it, 
bro code, you tried to crack it, 
cut down on yolk or dieth,
biblical silence for your sins overrides the actual goodeth, which you stoodeth, for then slipped from the highest respect acknowledged, 
keep the loyalty shinesth brightest and stars revolve amongst you dawg, 
I ain’t kiddin around, 
these claws from partners now, may come scratch around,
a new sheet, 
now they drawin for keeps, not sharing the feast, for which we cooked with our own feet,
handled the walk, of hard times like a pro, 
to confine from the confines of rookies that fold, 
I analyze the pros and cons, constantly placing first my dawgs like we in canteen lines, gotta eat, 
my foot is drugged sleep, on the gas it leans, 
these street signs read, keep dawgs close with no in betweens, stay pumped without gasoline,
you know what I mean, ha

[Hook]
Yeah that’s my dawg, 
you don’t engulf in realism, that ain’t up to par,
Circle of brothers that surround you, were they round from the start,
simple question, learn a lesson,
school of real one education,
class in session, class in session, nigga

[Verse 3 - Sage Reignz]
When it rains, it pours
Tears, sweat from my pores,
Glorious praises, bleeded out from my core
On these sheets, an encore
Hear you knockin' on my door,
Screamin', "where my dawg at?"
"Could you cut me some slack?"
"I've been busy with some dealings"
Yeah, right
I've been dealing with these feelings,
Staring at the ceiling, tryin' hard to reach the ceiling, 
Had some time to kill, lonely thoughts,
No one's there to chill with,
Made some dough, now you're at my door
Tryna get some pie

That's My Dog (Remix)- Codename: JG x Sage Reignz #ExodusChallenge

90s Baby

Lyrics:

[Intro]
I truly think about it every day I wake up, 
I can’t forget all I know, no, no, 
I can’t forget all I know, no, no,

[Verse 1 : Codename: JG] 
The genesis of my alchemy on a sample flip,
I reminisce on an older me from a younger stint, 
when innocence granted empathy for him in a sense, 
ages ascend, now my sinning stench, got a salient scent, 
I’ve eyed uncertainties, I can’t promise you I won’t blink, 
A bone to pick with faith, I can promise you I won’t break, 
Amazing grace, oh lord forgive me for my sins replace, 
these shackles on my anhk, cross out the chains, they loop my brain, alleviate, the growing pain, my lanky frame is not to blame, the war is more than physical, a mental, dismal, game of spades, 
trickery all in accord, poetry I can afford, no expense for these thoughts I deposit out on paper stored, 
Been withdrawn from people, they withdraw from evil, not of my steelo, withdrawals, when I stop from feeding their egos, 
And it’s true that I’m feeding mines,
everytime, I pounce on a line, like a lion, 
these rhymes, I attack, every beat, I receive, is a pack, unwrapped, when I slide, 
Leaked heads in the streets, no peace, but a piece it appear is on the scene, My God, 
Prayer said on my knees, cold feet, from police, there’s a fear amongst a cheat and his pride,
I gotta come clean, 
I’m showered with prescription, while I bathe in my grief, 
need some help,
little trophies big shelf, little flowers big shelf,
the potholes of depression follows, soon you’ll hear how Clay feel,
Man I hope, to see tomorrow, but todays a date still, 
Plans to grow, but steeps of sorrow, cut away, when tryna heal, 
to be the self empowered, mirror watcher, some reflections clearer, when I’m window shoppin, scrambled pockets, no financial profit, till he gambles, not an option, take the route, it’s simply in or out, you niggas can’t be in and out, 
so who’s hungry for a big amount, 
I’ll stay pure even in the drought,

[Verse 2: ade´]
N/A

Little Trophies, Big Shelf

Codename: JG x adé - Little Trophies, Big Shelf

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Head in the game,
head on a swing, watching for trouble all at the same, the more you’re entertained, there’s a void that opens at range, so be sure to cover your brain, from the spoils of riches and fame, 
Only so much a nigga can really say, when he’s at a loss for the words, from the weight of world that he’s gained, and it’s a damn shame, that I’m loosely stuck in my ways, and my age persuade dollar coin, but ain’t easy for signs to change, Sometimes I wanna tell Rori how I truly have hate, in my inner space, but she’s fascinated with my friendly nature, where the predators ate, her beauty’s placed on the site but she’s far away for the gaze, tryna impress won’t attain, and even if won’t sustain, she’ll probably hear this and never ever wanna ever engage, I had us framed for forever ever, that picture may fade, And I repeat, I got so much hate in my heart for niggas, so much hate in my heart for bitches, done barking with ya, I’m embarking on inspiring cats in the streets, where nine lives can end when that nine appointed to greet, I stay ten down on my feet, and hands on when on a beat, ask about me, go ask Rafi,
I make sure it’s deceased, who don’t believe?, sooner or later, your hearing will concede, everything I bleed, that reeks, on my breath as I speak, And I play for keeps, cause they ain’t taking me seriously, when I share my peace, disturbance be so selfish, these past few years had its hold on me, was cursed at first with grief which then casted tears uncontrollably, Rest in peace to Carlito and rest in peace to my Sweedz, I take ownership for my people, so losses don’t feel the least, I could try to be incognito, like dotting identity, but emotions will cross the t’s, I can’t fault who I’m nailed to be, some of y’all cruise so fixed on drowning but I’m selling vulnerability, Got me a big shelf for these little trophies, a legacy, y’all could give zero fucks, but when commas follow, you’ll trace my lead, so much hypocrisy, criss crossing, with three fingers heaved, I meditate for weeks, without the need, for me the breathe, but every time I wake up, ain’t no shake up of new life to see, This fake reality, keeps playing back like movies with no honest reasoning for me to finish with a sequel track, but then my mind retracts,  we can’t rewind or stay with where we at, and I gotta carry for the family, hip hop right on my back,

[Bridge]
I foresee the wins, 
I foresee my self the noble king, uh huh,
I foresee my inner fortunes, it’s a gorgeous thing, uh huh,
I foresee the floor glistening as im going in, uh huh, 
Listen, for-hear the flow has risen, communication calling Codename are you picking up, 
like how ya started in the beginning tough, ain’t no beginners luck, pause in action for bass intermission,

[Verse 2]
Resume now back to business, 
Head in the game,
Head on a swing,
I’m never falling off long as I’m entertained, 
Find yourself on so that they see just what you mean, 
And you must do that without losing who you’ve been, 
it’s like a mantra, I be staring in the mirror, frequently, that’s how I start the day, reflection yields a higher frequency, this wasn’t no freak, this wasn’t no accident, but these raps need charging fees, it’s been about three, 365’s since I began this barring spree,
it’s about to be, a Kobe-like year, so it’s rightfully to let the mamba free,
24 looking like a galore, we gon take what’s in stored, like we robbing all the artistry,
and we armored for war, so for rappers coming up, those established, I ain’t caring for the status as much, but I promise on these records that some damage I’ll erupt, under-layered pressure push my name up in the cut,

Don't Slip

Codename: JG

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