GVO CJ - 2AM in Indy Lyrics

I go crazy in the paint cuz I'm the chosen one
Yeah, my brother like Tiger Woods, he put a hole in one
Yeah, I gotta talk to God cuz I'm the holy one
Yeah, I'm finna cop a new chain, just a golden one
Then I might wanna upgrade and get a frozen one
I go crazy in the stu, I do this just for fun
And my diamonds shining bright son, brighter than the Sun
I gotta handle my business, I gotta go and just get it
I gotta show I'm the realest, get on the beat and just kill it
I gotta go and just feel it, I gotta show I'm the realest
I'm tryna stack up these digits, I'm tryna go get these millions
I'm tryna go get the bread, stack it up to the ceiling
Money taller than your head, taller than a midget
Now they all scared when they see I'm with it
Ain't talking bout no dreads, man, this shit get wicked
Going to the top, finna blast off
COVID-19, I took my mask off
They knowin' I'm the shit, these niggas Charmin soft
They claiming that he him tell him knock it off
He ain't got no motion, man, you not a boss
We got all the motion and they really know
It's not Big V.O., it's just Big VO
Yeah, it's GVO and we taking over
And it's CEO, white diamonds, they say G.V.O
I don't want no IG models I don't want no bitch on TV hoe
I wonder why they wanna be me looking like you Stevie Hoe
This my 19th story, bet not ever catch him take this flow
Roll three grams to the face, nigga, I will never overdose
Next time that I hit the door, I need 10K just for the show
Niggas I be with get paid millions just to go f*cking throw
Bet not play with none of GVO, nigga, we aiming at they throat
And his bitch want me to nut on her face, cause I'm the one like McGrady
Niggas be trying to trace the way that I be moving, the way I be making my own way, nigga, and somehow I still be making paper
2024, I think it's time we balling like the Lakers
And Ima still be humble
Hop up on the mic, them niggas always gon' mumble
When I got my mask on, all you niggas in trouble
200 on the dash, nigga, we just burnt off the rubble
If I get the sack, nigga, no, I won't fumble, no
Every day I wake up, I pray, and I rep this GVO
Life getting crazy, that nigga wake up and he grab his pole
I love my family, why the f*ck would I ever sell my soul?
I walk outside, I see the trees, that's where that money grow, uhh
And this GVO, this ain't no gang, these my bros
Put that on my momma on my soul