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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
WiseWords
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gizzle
Arranger
King Gooch
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
WiseWords
Producer
Lyrics
Gangster
Nah for real though
You wanted to be a gangster
Let it breathe
Uh, Yo
Ha ha ha
Yea
I'm back
I ain't choose this life
Man this shit chose me
I was a football star
Fell in love wit da streets
Showed aggression in the field
They made me captain of the team
Hard hittin nigga
I knock a nigga out his cleats
Any given Sunday
I'm tryna take it to the house
Since I was jit
Seen guns in the couch
See my uncle cookin dope
So I know what that's 'bout
Dad bustin joogs
So I'm in and out the house
Before I run my mouth
I run a million miles
Lady Lou passed
I really turned wild
At the age of 10
I was gone of da liquor
Even before that
I was bad lil nigga
P.O.M.E
I'm a baby of the trenches
Straight from the gutta
I go hard for Financial
Being gangsta been in my blood
All that
Tough talkin goin get you slumped
Beat em up
Get da pump
Dig ya own grave
Light em up
Yea he's done nigga
Yea, that's gangsta
Being gangsta been in my blood
All that
Tough talkin goin get you slumped
Beat em up
Get da pump
Dig ya own grave
Light em up
Yea he's done nigga
Fuck boy
You understand me
Yea that's gangsta
Yea that's gangsta
Gangsta nigga
You understand me
Beat em up
Get da pump
Dig ya own grave
Light em up
Yea he's done nigga
(We ride, We goin ride)
(We goin ride nigga)
Being gangsta been in my blood
All that
Tough talkin goin get you slumped
Beat em up
Get da pump
Dig ya own grave
Light em up
Yea he's done nigga
Motherfucker nigga
Hustlin became a skill (uh huh)
Grindin hard just to get meal
Broke p's down (I did)
Just to pay the bills
Wit' my cleats laced up
Because I was in the field
Whatever I started
I sealed the deal
The guys mission
Is to touch a mil' (cash)
Chasin bitches was never a thrill
Disrespect my team
Distorted grill (ugly)
Smokin on woods
Like the ones in Chesapeake
Cleared my mind
So I won't squeeze
I could have my guys
Slide through for free
Push ya wig back
You goin' feel the breeze (damn)
Anything I do is with ease
I bless beats
Like they just sneezed (ewwww)
Rest in peace to
My brother Peez
We goin have your name goin spiritually
I stay away from whatever is sour
Niggas get planted
Call them flowers
T-Y-G we keep them commas
Commas
Come across it
You'll be singin' like the choir
Mobster moves we keep Power
Power
If you owe we got 24 hours
Rest in peace X
These niggas we devour
We knockin walls down
Call us twin towers
Being gangsta been in my blood
All that
Tough talkin' goin get you slumped
Beat em up
Get da pump
Dig ya own grave
Light em up
Yea he's done nigga
Yea, that's gangsta
Being gangsta been in my blood
All that
Tough talkin goin get you slumped
Beat em up
Get da pump
Dig ya own grave
Light em up
Yea he's done nigga
Fuck boy
You understand me
Yea that's gangsta
Yea that's gangsta
Gangsta nigga
You understand me
Beat em up
Get da pump
Dig ya own grave
Light em up
Yea he's done nigga
(We ride, we goin ride)
(We goin ride nigga)
Being gangsta been in my blood
All that
Tough talkin goin get you slumped
Beat em up
Get da pump
Dig ya own grave
Light em up
Yea he's done nigga
Motherfucker nigga
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