Lyrics:
Rell fresh home
How it feel to back where the bricks my nigga
Ya heard, I got the D.A. on my ass right now
All my soldiers behind the G Wall
rappers fake ass niggas
Metaphorical gangsta studio killas
Everybody know you been lame
Tryna hide behind a chain and a nickname
That's a damn shame
Boy, I can't get you out of my mind
Boy, it's killing me every time
Can't explain but you're so damn fine
You should come on over so that you can be
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood
You know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood
You know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you
Feed the fam boy I put that on these damn goods,
All I got was diabetes and a damn uggg,
People talking down calling me a damn sprug,
Young niggas all
feel your legs kid
I'm a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef,
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
and ODed
It's all good, I'm havin' fun
With my niggas and me
The Z3 accompanied by a driver named Boo
I'm high, I smoked a lot
I'm gonna blaze 'til I'm
a gangsta is a rappers pass
Real stiff nigga wit yo trappin ass
You da reason CVS ran out of plastic bags
Savage ass
Pull up and you let it go
Before you
[Fingazz]
If you think your hard motherfucker
We quick to pull your card motherfucker
So watch your back
Real gangstas smash
We be coming your ya
duffle bag crazy,
Sippin' on Pink Floyd an puffin' Wayne Brady,
Damn, who's line is it anyways,
I'm in a daze, you been amazed,
Y'all seem to be stuck
bubbly
Screwed tape loud while I'm swangin' by the crowd
And the dro'' got me how it feel like I'm in a cloud
I'm a H-Town nigga.
Reppin' for P.A.T.
hit it
Fuck her real good, make her call a Uber when I'm finished
That's my nigga Chev, I get to the bag
Flight came with a bed, yo' bitch give me
she wants to see if I can do it again
You want to be like me, so damn bad
The impossible dream all you MC's had
If you could rap like me, you
be the freak, he can eat it up (haha)
Shorty got that fire she ain't let me down yet (nope)
Got a Aquafina flow, call it wet wet (damn)
Baby good
Dane
I be coming up with rhymes off the Good strain
Few grams in da blunt when I feel pain
Gotta lil money but I'm needing more
Pull up the plug & I went
Uhh, uhh, gangsta gangsta yeah
Uhh, uhh, it's gangsta gangsta yeah
Uhh, uhh, shit I'm livin' gangsta gangsta shit
Yeah
[Chorus: x2]
I'm from
how it feels
You not even who you say you are
Billy finna try to fly to heaven
Just to try to meet a fake star
You wanna be good or you wanna be great?
yup, never slacking
Talking that shit to me ain't what it is
I can be jazzy with my heels on
Or thug it out with Timbs
And a Gangsta Grill!
I'm a smart
turning left left left
Till we make it right, motherfuckers
Chief Priest on the Mic
I'll be giving salutamus to all the niggaz
Who be standing by me
Keep it pumping up in the speakers, you crunk and you feel it
Down in the Dirty Dirty, motherfuckers we soldiers
S.L.A.B. bitch, we locking and taking
me
(What's it gonna be boy)Can't cha feel this chemistry?
(What's it gonna be boy)It's so damn crowded we should leave
(What's it gonna be boy)Tell me
good (listen)
All why'all soldiers on the front line
Doing what you got to do to get by (listen)
This is for the struggle it don't stop
This one's
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