SOLOMON BLACK · East Coast Rap
The G Don't ComeE
0:002:29
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Lyrics
Drop
(stand clear) (nah)
Hook
The G don't come! (nah!) The G don't come! (nah!)
Twenty minutes on the platform lookin' dumb
The G don't come! (nah!) So what you do? (walk!)
Bedford-Nostrand up to Court Square in your interview shoes
No train! (none!) No excuse! (none!)
Ain't nobody comin'. That's the news. So move.
Verse 1
Suit from the thrift on Fulton, fourteen dollars, fit
Resume in a folder that I ironed. Yeah. I did.
Interview at nine in Long Island City, mailroom job
Left at seven-thirty 'cause I know the G, I know the odds
Seven-fifty. Platform. Sign say eight minutes. Aight.
Eight-oh-five the sign say eight minutes. Still. That ain't right.
Man beside me laughin', say "first day?" I say "interview."
He say "then start walkin', youngin. I'll tell it you came through."
Four miles. August. Dress shoes. Did it in a hour and a sweat
Walked in nine-oh-four. Lady looked me up and down. Said "wet."
Hook
The G don't come! (nah!) The G don't come! (nah!)
Twenty minutes on the platform lookin' dumb
The G don't come! (nah!) So what you do? (walk!)
Bedford-Nostrand up to Court Square in your interview shoes
Verse 2
Said "you late." I said "four minutes. And I walked from Bed-Stuy."
She ain't smile. She wrote somethin'. Said "start Monday. Don't be dry."
Six years in that buildin'. Mailroom up to the ninth floor
Same lady trained me. Same lady held the door.
But that ain't the point. The point is what the platform showed
Everybody standin' there was waitin' to be told
Waitin' on the city, on a sign, on a light
On a daddy, on a label, on a check, on a right
I love my people but we wait too good. We got the patience of the grave.
The G don't come. It's four miles. It's hot. Be brave.
Bridge
"We apologize for the delay..."
Nah. I don't accept it.
I got feet.
(THE G DON'T COME!)
Final Hook
The G don't come! (nah!) The G don't come! (nah!)
Twenty minutes on the platform lookin' dumb
The G don't come! (nah!) So what you do? (walk!)
Bedford-Nostrand up to Court Square in your interview shoes
No train! (none!) No excuse! (none!)
If it show up, cool. Wave at it. From the avenue.
About “The G Don't Come”
- Artist
- SOLOMON BLACK
- Genre
- East Coast Rap
- Released
- Sep 21, 2026
- Length
- 2:29
- Content
- Explicit
Born storyteller from Bed-Stuy. Paints pictures so vivid you smell the block. Every verse is a short film. The heir to East Coast lyricism when everyone else forgot how to rap.
