Still Gangsta

Aye,aye
Aye,aye
Aye,aye
Aye,aye,aye

Jumped off the porch, had a lot on my plate,
n*gga had to go get me some money,
Nigga was ducking and dodging the Jakes with that burner on me,
If they see it I'm running,
I ain't gone be satisfied till them funds in my bank,
and a youngin' can fly out the country,
Even when I had a smile on my face,
I was broke in the trenches and sick to my stomach

I live the life of a gangsta,
No way to erase it,
But I keep it gangsta and humble,
Nigga was dodging them cases,
Got tired of them cages,
When I get the bag I can't fumble,
My n*ggas slaughter and slay all the opps,
When they spin on your block,
They gone create a puddle, turned to the Doctor of Faith,
Even with all the hate, I ain't never gave up they in trouble

I'm tryna get them racks like Serena,
This choppa gone beat up his body like Tina,
You reach for my shit then you talking to Jesus,
No talking I just let it spark when I see him,
He was fly, but I just think the hallows complete him,
His file too corrupted we gotta delete him,
Boy ain't no love in the city of Cleveland,
Come try your luck if you think I'm just speaking,
If dollars ain't 'part of the convo, I'm good,
I love my draco, it came with some wood,
Put a beam on that bitch, get that boy understood,
Literally, fuck what you saying, the killers they feeling me,
Pressure on pressure applied to my enemies,
None of these n*ggas can fuck with my energy,
2 G's in my name and that's really my inner G,

Uh, Play with the brand, send that boy to the morgue,
This hoe a spartan, She riding my sword,
We hitting our targets, ain't talking 'bout a store,
Thinking 'bout murder, through my veins, it course
Married to rap I won't get a divorce,
It just feel good when you hear your own voice,
The streets or the classes, you gotta make a choice,
Ay, is you dying to live or living to die?,
My head to the ceiling, I reach for the sky,
I lost my brothers, I'm wondering "Why?",
This shit a consumption, it eat us alive,
The way I was coming was getting me by,
Glock with a drum, 808 on the box,
They miss you and love you, your face on a box (your face on a box)

Jumped off the porch, had a lot on my plate,
n*gga had to go get me some money,
Nigga was ducking and dodging the Jakes with that burner on me,
If they see it I'm running,
I ain't gone be satisfied till them funds in my bank,
and a youngin' can fly out the country,
Even when I had a smile on my face,
I was broke in the trenches and sick to my stomach

I live the life of a gangsta,
No way to erase it,
But I keep it gangsta and humble,
Nigga was dodging them cases,
Got tired of them cages,
When I get the bag I can't fumble,
My n*ggas slaughter and slay all the opps,
When they spin on your block,
They gone create a puddle, turned to the Doctor of Faith,
Even with all the hate, I ain't never gave up they in trouble

N*ggas in trouble, mmm, let's go

Mmm-mm-mm

You n*ggas in trouble, you n*ggas in trouble
Let's go