There must’ve been something about my careless upbringing That got me into so much trouble at school and shit Could’ve been the drugs at home, maybe I was just a foolish kid I soaked up everything I could from the people that stayed at my house Biker gangs, lookin’ up to people I didn’t know crashed on my couch Really didn’t know at the time, that I didn’t have a normal life And when I took that attitude to a new neighborhood I had to learn how to fight And respect from the kids like me was immediately a minority I guess it must’ve been that “I don’t give a fuck about y’all” shit that sorted me Out from the rest of the halves, and the have-nots took me in as kin Outcast, poor white trash And that’s where I learned to make my friends But I’ve always been a weirdo to my homie ‘Cause I wanted to go be an entertainer He was sellin’ rock out his window I was the rapper, and my best friend was a…
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Gangster… Gangster… Gangster… Aye, what we gettin’ into tonight? Step into the ride, lookin’ through the eyes of a motherfuckin’ Gangster… Gangster… So Alabama rich, my life to ride, your motherfuckin’ ride My best friend is a gangster
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Danger, we pistol bang, another homicide Rollin’ in the Chevy, motherfucker, ride or die Ridin’ in the scraper low, it shakes from side to side If the paper low, his burner on his side, murder on his mind Only 21 and still he striving to survive Feelin’ paranoia, too much pride to stay inside Ain’t no time to wait around, find the safest place to hide Drop a chopper, lay you down, it’s the fastest way to God Grandmama tell him “son, you gotta pray to God” Gamble with your life and then you gotta pay the price Place your bet and roll the die, thank the lord and pray to Christ ‘Cause you almost spent your life livin’ as a young motherfuckin’…
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[Verse 3: Big Henry]
Ever look in the eyes of a G? Cold, cold world that’s what you gon’ see What the cash slow up, masks go on Chevy slow up, that’s what it’s gon’ be Game so hot that a nigga might melt OG stripes up under my belt Do it by myself, I don’t need no help 5-9 Hoover, nigga, hat to the left Big Henry, bitch – nobody else Ten toes down, march nigga, step! If I pop that trunk I’mma pop me a chump Leave a nigga slumped with his chin in his chest Bang, bang, bang, nigga, real G shit Half of these rappers ain’t live like this On behalf of the streets I live like this Nobody really knows why it is like this When it comes to a buck, I’m a mathematician Go and hit the block like a car collision Niggas talkin’ money, you ain’t starvin’, is ya? You startin’ to lose weight like that poison in ya So go and idle down, my nigga, pardon a nigga Fuck around, I’mma pull apart the nigga Applaud a nigga, straight from the block Lord, my nigga, you know the game don’t stop, that’s…
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