Ima Gangsta
All these niggas falling off they ain't falling back
I'm counting money momentarily imma call you back
You told the pigs you was present that's what we call a rat (yeah)
Quit speaking down on my gangsta if you ain't talking facts
Momma used to choke slam us just for talking back
Gangsta rap died wit pac mozzy brought it back
Nose bleed I tutted the purest powder pack
Pulling out the store wit some woods and a pack of sour patch (uggh)
Yeeky case attorney funna devoure that
They told me take the two i said im this how you counter act
Hunnid thou cash hunnid thou in two accounts i can't afford to go to jail them niggas losing out
20 something momma asked me when im moving out, i was broke back then but im Gucci now (uggh)
It's one up top all the time down to shoot it out
Fuck the cameras and i don't care about who around
Lot of shit on my mind can't take it
Made alot of mistakes imma a gangsta
Lot of shit on my mind can't take it
Made alot of mistakes imma a gangsta
I ain't become what momma want me to be but I told her learn to love me for me
I hustle for because ain't for free rember back we had nothing to eat
Family bargin since granny was cheap she'll never spend a hunnid on sneaks
3 bands selling dope all week thats how i really fell in love wit da streets
Stolelo riding round on e de got that fire on me
pull up to the market i rember putting 5 on 3 turn around and drop 5 on a tree
I been high all week, I kown some niggas that will die in these streets
It ain't too many that survive in these streets, it's suicide in these streets
His momma cried as he lied in these streets, they covered that boy body wit sheets
imma pray for her it ain't nothing that i can say to her
You can cancel the car wash imma pay for it, hommie really my dog they gone pay for it
ask head knock his little brother off the skateboard (mop)
fuck is a ten shot 30 popped a new stock photo being cropped circle smaller than a dot
pull up on the plug give him every thing we got, sacrifice it all at what whoop talking bout it
Lot of shit on my mind can't take it
Made alot of mistakes imma a gangsta
Lot of shit on my mind can't take it
Made alot of mistakes imma a gangsta
I'm counting money momentarily imma call you back
You told the pigs you was present that's what we call a rat (yeah)
Quit speaking down on my gangsta if you ain't talking facts
Momma used to choke slam us just for talking back
Gangsta rap died wit pac mozzy brought it back
Nose bleed I tutted the purest powder pack
Pulling out the store wit some woods and a pack of sour patch (uggh)
Yeeky case attorney funna devoure that
They told me take the two i said im this how you counter act
Hunnid thou cash hunnid thou in two accounts i can't afford to go to jail them niggas losing out
20 something momma asked me when im moving out, i was broke back then but im Gucci now (uggh)
It's one up top all the time down to shoot it out
Fuck the cameras and i don't care about who around
Lot of shit on my mind can't take it
Made alot of mistakes imma a gangsta
Lot of shit on my mind can't take it
Made alot of mistakes imma a gangsta
I ain't become what momma want me to be but I told her learn to love me for me
I hustle for because ain't for free rember back we had nothing to eat
Family bargin since granny was cheap she'll never spend a hunnid on sneaks
3 bands selling dope all week thats how i really fell in love wit da streets
Stolelo riding round on e de got that fire on me
pull up to the market i rember putting 5 on 3 turn around and drop 5 on a tree
I been high all week, I kown some niggas that will die in these streets
It ain't too many that survive in these streets, it's suicide in these streets
His momma cried as he lied in these streets, they covered that boy body wit sheets
imma pray for her it ain't nothing that i can say to her
You can cancel the car wash imma pay for it, hommie really my dog they gone pay for it
ask head knock his little brother off the skateboard (mop)
fuck is a ten shot 30 popped a new stock photo being cropped circle smaller than a dot
pull up on the plug give him every thing we got, sacrifice it all at what whoop talking bout it
Lot of shit on my mind can't take it
Made alot of mistakes imma a gangsta
Lot of shit on my mind can't take it
Made alot of mistakes imma a gangsta
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Writer(s): Bobby Turner, Timothy Patterson, Daniel Vega, David Grear
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