With the Gang

Me and the gang we
Need all the rocks in the chain
Hope somebody explains
Why you in vain
Spitting these bars and I'm going insane
Gold teeth on the brain
Whipping the whipping the range
Take this shit straight to the stage
Let me just straight go insane

Look off of the brain
I'm the illest to kill shit I stay at the range
If I wanna hit you don't gotta step up
Bitch I got the range
Side note the wingspan insane
Six foot eleven put me in the game
I'm with the gang
We came to play
But fuck all yo games 'cuz
If you on shit then we'll fuck up 'ya frame yuh
Pullin up with the banger
Got the airplane out the hanger
Took a bitch to Topanga
Ain't the money calling I'mma hang up
Told a bitch I'll see you later
Gotta go and get the paper
They fucking with me 'cuz I'm paid up

Cuz me and the gang we
Need all the rocks in the 'muhfuckin chain
Really hope someone explains
Why the fuck you been in vain been
Spitting these bars I been going insane
Gold teeth all up on my brain
Whipping the whipping the range
Took this shit straight to the stage
Then I just straight went insane

I'm magic like I'm David Blaine
Rags to the riches
I'll change my terrain
Chemically alter my pain
Til I'm in pain
Tears falling out of the range
Tell me what's wrong with my brain
I've been in pain
So long that I don't feel that shit
Maybe I'm going insane

Maybe I'm going insane
My tears won't dry up in the rain
Maybe I'm going insane
My tears won't dry up in the rain
Maybe I'm going insane
My tears won't dry up in the rain

Me and the gang we
Need all the rocks in the chain
Hope somebody explains
Why you in vain
Spitting these bars and I'm going insane
Gold teeth on the brain
Whipping the whipping the range
Take this shit straight to the stage
Let me just straight go insane



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Writer(s): Evan Tikal
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