Gang Only (feat. Ntitled) [Ntitled Version]

Rolling with the gang, with the gang only
Got a cup of drank with that thang on me
Pulling up the thang, put the thang on me
Rolling with the gang but I stay lonely

These rappers my clones
I do not condone
Don't hit up my phone
Just leave me alone
They jacking my style
They jacking my sauce
Im pipping it down
When I rap I'm the boss
Couple verses dropped and I got them shooked
Procrastinating while their crown get took
A single dropped and they asses hooked
They clock ticking no Captain Hook!

Start a mosh pit! Get off my dick!
Steady rocking, past the gossip
While they lock lips, with the faux shit
Where they gone get? When I'm focused
how I wrote this finna blow quick
With the dope shit, rope a dope shit
Finna dome shit like it's zone 6
Finna chrome shit like I won't miss

They can't rap with me, I'm cracking beats, in fact a beast
The pastor feasts while laughing b
The causalities, so ugly, no Master P
They ride my wave, feel like max B
Degrassis, athletes
The past, I'm back me
These fans attack me
No wrath, it's past me
I'm blacking, max speed
No wrath it's past me
I'm backing, mac's speed
I'm blacking, max speed

Rolling with the gang, with the gang only
Got a cup of drank with that thang on me
Pulling em the thang, put the thang on me
Rolling with the gang but I stay lonely
Rolling with the gang, with the gang only
Got a cup of drank with that thang on me
Pulling em the thang, put the thang on me
Rolling with the gang but I stay lonely

Steady writing a song, I done stayed up
Steady riding along, I won't wait up
And I be gunning, I ain't doing no favors
And I be gunning, man I'll see y'all later

All these things that I know, the pain, the rain
All these things that i know, the shame, the vain
All these things that I know, the dimes, the rides
All the things that I know, the lying defined
Steady writing a song, I done stayed up
Steady riding a along, I won't wait up
And I be gunning, I ain't doing no favors
And I be gunning, man I'll see y'all later

They all blinded. They ain't reading the captions
They all drifting, I'm leading em back in
They old heads, I ain't dealing with the has beens
I won't knock em for Escaping the madness
Man I'm running it back,
Steady gunning for u cats
Man I'm running it back
steady gunning for u cats

I meditate, write rhymes without a trace
I innovate, my lines they left em spaced
They emulates, no choice but set em straight
Dissing a great, my foes they did mistakes
My opponents they be boxed in
Post Malone, got no options
The fans they all locked in
Got it made like Mary Poppins

Don't test me boy, and SP boy
I'm SP boy
Im going ghost!
Like D-Block, The lox, Funk master doc
Scott la rock he heats the spot
Don't peep the ops, Man I got this locked
It's Mr. Sweep the block with the three point shot
To beat the clock, He reaches the top
He reaches the top, His breathing stops

Rolling with the gang with the gang only
Got a cup of drank with that thang on me
Pulling em the thang, put the thang on me
Rolling with the gang but I stay lonely
Rolling with the gang, with the gang only
Got a cup of drank with that thang on me
Pulling em the thang, put the thang on me
Rolling with the gang but I stay lonely

Steady writing I song, I done stayed up
Steady riding along, I won't wait up
And I be gunning, I ain't doing no favors
And I be gunning, man I'll see y'all later
All these things that I know, the pain, the rain
All these things that i know, the shame, the vain
All these things that I know, the dimes, the rides
All the things that I know, the lying defined