Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (yeah)
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, yeah
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, yeah
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, oh
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
All for the set and I'm banging my blood
All for the set and I'm banging my cuz
All for the Reps and we came out the mud
How come we still living dangerous?
I pray my niggas don't fold on me
I ride for the niggas on road with me
Can't sleep like pajamas, my hand on my hammer
For all of them niggas that told on me
Rolled on me, my dawg went to jail and got swole on me
None of these hoes got a hold on me, too cold, homie
Used to walk 'round with the toast on me
Now I'm just here for the bread, ayy
Used to let hoes get control of me
Now I'm just here for the head
Niggas got famous, still can't be runnin' with strangers
I used to pose for the cameras, locked in a cell
I know they wanted to hang us, that's why we labeled it Hell
Posted my bail, posted right back on the block in Chanel
Watchin' my soul, it ain't for sale
They envy, you gotta beware, prolific, we gotta prevail
Gangsta, gangsta, yeah
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, yeah
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Gotta keep it true
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
In that Nipsey blue
Oh-oh, oh
Mind on my money, just mindin' my business
I only fit in with the misfits
She want the D like the Pistons
I got her neck doing fitness
She swallow the sauce that I'm drippin'
They tell me I'm lookin' delicious
And my dick got on three different lipsticks
What kind of life am I livin'?
I gotta make me a killin'
I'm smilin', but who am I kiddin'?
It feel like we grew up in prison
These hoes wouldn't pay me no visit
Now they gotta pay me to visit
And they gotta pay me with interest
They gotta deal with me different
Still in the hood and I'm making a difference
None of my kids missin' Christmas
Piece, on my neck like a leash
Still get the keys like Alicia
Shit'll be gone in a week
Came out the belly of the beast
Came out the streets of the East
The wolf had to sharpen my teeth
Gangsta, gangsta, yeah
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, yeah
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Gotta keep it true
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
In that Nipsey blue
Oh-oh, oh
Daniel Wagner Cash, Kamyar Karimi, Phillip Michael William Campbell, Raynford Humphrey
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