From Gangsters To Gods
It's that real rap man
that get them niggas out the trap rap man
Gangsters To Gods nigga
How we survive only the lords knows
The first time I shed a tear is when my heart froze
You tryna shake it but the heart knows
Sometimes I wanna let it clap like these award shows
I tell my son to be a God don't be a gangster
I tell my niggas be a God don't be a gangster
I tell my son to be a God don't be a gangster
To keep it real the streets really ain't the answer
Sometimes I wanna hate the streets I only hate the pain
Lost some niggas to these streets I really hate the game
Lil moe just caught a body tryna make a name
Am I wrong to pop a nigga tryna take my chain
If you ain't grow up in the streets you know it ain't the same
Ain't no honor in the game only the fake remain
My nigga died on the Jane tryna make it rain
Before he died he caught a stain rip Jermaine
The only way you beat the streets you gotta leave the hood
If you ain't coming back for better you should leave for good
Not everybody tryna kill we just misunderstood
This ain't a movie we ain't actors this ain't Hollywood
How we survive only the lords knows
The first time I shed a tear is when my heart froze
You tryna shake it but the heart knows
Sometimes I wanna let it clap like these award shows
I tell my son to be a God don't be a gangster
I tell my niggas be a God don't be a gangster
I tell my son to be a God don't be a gangster
To keep it real the streets really ain't the answer
I talked to bro the other day he won't be getting out
He tell me watch for fake niggas when we stepping out
Disarm a nigga at the square they say I'm selling out
I can't slip cuz I'ma G don't gotta spell it out
Real niggas understand don't gotta yell it out
You got a problem when you see me nigga let it out
Or I can send a couple goons and let them stretch him out
But too much blood up in these streets ain't tryna spread it out
The only way to beat the streets you gotta leave the hood
If you ain't coming back for better you should leave for good
Not everybody tryna kill we just misunderstood
This ain't a movie we ain't actors this ain't Hollywood
How we survive only the lords knows
The first time I shed a tear is when my heart froze
You tryna shake it but the heart knows
Sometimes I wanna let it clap like these award shows
I tell my son to be a God don't be a gangster
I tell my niggas be a God don't be a gangster
I tell my son to be a God don't be a gangster
To keep it real the streets really ain't the answer
that get them niggas out the trap rap man
Gangsters To Gods nigga
How we survive only the lords knows
The first time I shed a tear is when my heart froze
You tryna shake it but the heart knows
Sometimes I wanna let it clap like these award shows
I tell my son to be a God don't be a gangster
I tell my niggas be a God don't be a gangster
I tell my son to be a God don't be a gangster
To keep it real the streets really ain't the answer
Sometimes I wanna hate the streets I only hate the pain
Lost some niggas to these streets I really hate the game
Lil moe just caught a body tryna make a name
Am I wrong to pop a nigga tryna take my chain
If you ain't grow up in the streets you know it ain't the same
Ain't no honor in the game only the fake remain
My nigga died on the Jane tryna make it rain
Before he died he caught a stain rip Jermaine
The only way you beat the streets you gotta leave the hood
If you ain't coming back for better you should leave for good
Not everybody tryna kill we just misunderstood
This ain't a movie we ain't actors this ain't Hollywood
How we survive only the lords knows
The first time I shed a tear is when my heart froze
You tryna shake it but the heart knows
Sometimes I wanna let it clap like these award shows
I tell my son to be a God don't be a gangster
I tell my niggas be a God don't be a gangster
I tell my son to be a God don't be a gangster
To keep it real the streets really ain't the answer
I talked to bro the other day he won't be getting out
He tell me watch for fake niggas when we stepping out
Disarm a nigga at the square they say I'm selling out
I can't slip cuz I'ma G don't gotta spell it out
Real niggas understand don't gotta yell it out
You got a problem when you see me nigga let it out
Or I can send a couple goons and let them stretch him out
But too much blood up in these streets ain't tryna spread it out
The only way to beat the streets you gotta leave the hood
If you ain't coming back for better you should leave for good
Not everybody tryna kill we just misunderstood
This ain't a movie we ain't actors this ain't Hollywood
How we survive only the lords knows
The first time I shed a tear is when my heart froze
You tryna shake it but the heart knows
Sometimes I wanna let it clap like these award shows
I tell my son to be a God don't be a gangster
I tell my niggas be a God don't be a gangster
I tell my son to be a God don't be a gangster
To keep it real the streets really ain't the answer
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Writer(s): N. Jack
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