Uh-huh.

My nigga Big Nate whipping up the motherfucking dope beats.

Me and my nigga King about to straight up kick some gangster shit for y'all motherfucking ass.

Check it.

I got the nine cock bout to roll on the rock spot about to jack boom boom feel something hot.

I ain't tripping on a 5-0 of them hoes Cause most hoes like niggas on a triple go But if you ain't got that

He's living nappy.

But I fuck the hoe and send her back to her pappy.

And put the rubber on my dick, case the hoe bleed.

And if she talk shit, snatch her by a fuck.

and weave and like willie sing let a hoe be a hoe and if you a pimp nigga go for what you know stick to the script

You gotta pay dues.

If you can win, you know you can lose.

Even the game, morning to night.

I play for G, my ball careful type.

There's a road down the road looking cold in my sick fold.

With my endo rollin' on triple gold.

And my 4-4 grindin' in my lap.

And for the Rousseau strip, I'm gonna bust half.

That's one rule of the game that I stick by.

And if you don't pack a gas, you get that ass fried.

I started being a gangster.

Pull out your pen, your Glock, and your notepad.

I started being a gangster.

Pull out your pen.

Your block in your notepad.

I started being a gangster.

Pull out your pen.

Your block in your notepad.

Equals a quick seconds.

I started being a gangster.

Well, I shook in.

Your Glock and your moped.

They ain't dope as I roll on them triple hoes.

The ghettos trying to kill me them went.

go.

Cause I got paid Jesus from going no limit.

And then my car seat cops all up in it.

But I ain't trippin' cause the B ain't livin' that big motherfuckers hollin' go big daddy

And at my concert, play the cops like church match.

So get my six-fold seat number dirt.

Get up, motherfucker, don't I mean it sideways?

And threw the ticket out the window on a highway.

Loud bass shaking like a...

Learn the rules of the game is what I told you.

Don't move slow to put a hoe on the fucking floor and not fold.

You gotta keep a cash flow.

Young G's on the street living like me.

Other more getting fucked by the PD.

I refuse to be treated like an asshole, making deals with the pigs and the okie doke.

And if you make a deal with the cops, then you stuck.

But if you get your hands dirty, then you out of luck.

Because with my rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat, and all that.

And like Kalita where you die but you won't come back But if you live like a prankster

You should have brought my motherfucking book.

I studied being a gangster.

I studied being a gangster.

Pull out your pen.

You're blocked in your notepad I stole your five niggas I studied being a gangster Pull out your pen

You're blocking your red classes.

I studied being a gangsta.

Pull out your pen.

You block me the notepad.

I studied being a gangsta to pull out your can.

You're glopping your notepad.

Station PMP, you're livin' on that.

I put a nine on his motherfucking ass.

You tell me one thing, he ain't gonna touch me no fucking more because the bitch is dead.

Well, damn, enough.

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