Gang Wayz

And we keep on tryin cryin dyin trana hustle inat gangwayz
Trana make it out them trenches no you wont
Aint nobody gonna love you til you gone
And we keep on slidin riding firing trana make it out that gangway
It matter what you is or who you know
Once you come across that line just know its smoke

I come from that block every night you hear shots
And im just prayin for my grama nem
remeber brack became president my granma cried be like obama nem
I remeber when i stayed up all night trana impress my uncle with
A couple of songs that i had just wrote he spit in my face and said that aint it
Well bitch im just trana make it
Fuck it guess its back to basics
I dont need no conversation focused money preservation
Blood love can feel like hatered
But fuck that cuz its beef ona floor got to touch that
If you know about me i dont buss back
I was 16 dropin pins ona book but you already knew dat
And if nigga pulled up i was across the street i ready do that
Who is dis i aint screamin out who that
Fika faka skull crack nigga who that
Now them people just wondering who
Talking to myself like why you do that

And we keep on tryin cryin dyin trana hustle inat gangwayz
Trana make it out them trenches no you wont
Aint nobody gonna love you til you gone
And we keep on slidin riding firing trana make it out that gangway
It matter what you is or who you know
Once you come across that line just know its smoke