Gangsta Rappin'

I got love for the hip hop
Hip Hop Hip Hop
Till the casket drop
Till the casket drop
You can hear it bangin down the block
Gangster Rappin' Muthafucka'
I got love for the hip hop
Hip Hop Hip Hop
Till the casket drop
Till the casket drop
You can hear it bangin down the block
Gangster Rappin' Muthafucka'
But no pop

This ain't no copycat posse trap cookie cutter poppy rap
This shits for rockin while your clockin cash in a hockey mask
I walk the path that i was given
Never asked much
Cuz lifes a prison
Where all victims
Everybodies fucked
Nothins clutch
Nowhere run
Where all just fucken stuck
When i was young
I had dreams of that big life
Money cars woman drugs
Boats and stage lights
I used to pray at night
N talk to the sky
I musta lost touch
Cuz now i feel im wastin time
Now that im older, I understand a bit better
You gotta work and break your back if you want that cheddar
I respect the rap game i gave it all my love
In return it gave me a life that i can be proud of
My city collapsed
The whole scene got
Lost in rubble
The fans lost interest
In the lyricsist
But we stayed humble
Where bring bars back with butr
Kicken oldschool shit
(Where bring bars back with butr, kicken oldschool shit)

I got love for the hip hop
Hip Hop Hip Hop
Till the casket drop
Till the casket drop
You can hear it bangin down the block
Gangster Rappin' Muthafucka'
I got love for the hip hop
Hip Hop Hip Hop
Till the casket drop
Till the casket drop
You can hear it bangin down the block
Gangster Rappin' Muthafucka'
But no pop

I put so much in the real talk
The real talk
Knowledge of that rawness
That rawness
Im the king of every thing that i say
On every track that slay I'm flawless
I put 3 dollars and 50 on im a muthafuckin phenom
I checked the story on the recon
Yall ain shit if ya ain got nothin to speakon
Im from the hillyard streets
Where evil lurks in every crease
Even in the back of your mind
Cuz its burnt there until your deceased
But that's life in spokane
But maybe that's my inspiration
Or maybe the galaxy bringin it to me
Singin to me like music to my ears i can hear it so clear
Rollin up blunts have I written the album of the year
Buildin from under the rubble wit hip hop
Until my casket drop 6 ft of dirt on top
Man I got the samples locked
I learned it from the masters
Influenced by the old school And im self taught
Slicin up loops wit claps an boom any snaps that i choose
Kickin the og shit from back in the day
From back in the day
On that butr