There must've been something about my callous upbringing
That got me into so much trouble at school and sh*t
Could've been the drugs at home maybe
I was just a foolish kid
I soaked up everything that
I could from the people that stayed at my house
Biker gangs waking up to people that
I didn't know crashed out 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 to fight
And respect from the kids like me was immediately minority
I guess it must've been that
I don't give a f**k about none of y'all sh*t that sorted me
Out from the rest of the haves
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 selling rock out his window
I was the rapper and my best friend was a
Gangster gangster gangster
Aye what we gettin' into tonight
Step into the ride lookin' through the eyes of a motherf**kin'
Gangster gangster
So am I gonna risk my life to ride
You're motherf**kin' right
When your best friend is a gangster
Danger we pistol banging another homicide
Rollin' in the Chevy motherf**ker ride or die
Ridin' in the scraper low it shake from side to side
If the paper low his burner on his side murder on his mind
Only 21 and still he strives to stay alive
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 than
The Lord and pray to Christ
'Cause you almost spent your life livin' as a young motherf**kin'
Gangster gangster gangster
Aye what we gettin' into tonight
Step into the ride lookin' through the eyes of a motherf**kin'
Gangster gangster
So am I gonna risk my life to ride
You're motherf**kin' right
When your best friend is a gangster
Ever look in the eyes of a G
Cold cold world that's what you gon' see
When the cash slow up masks go on
Chevy slow up that's what it's gon' be
Game so hot that a n**ga might melt
OG stripes up under my belt
Do it by myself I don't need no help
5 9 Hoover n**ga hat to the left
Big Henry b**ch nobody else
Ten toes down march n**ga step
If I pop that trunk I'mma pop me a chump
Leave a n**ga slumped with his chin in his chest
Bang bang bang n**ga real G sh*t
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
N**gas talkin' money you ain't starvin' is ya
You start to lose weight like there's poison in ya
So go and write it down my n**ga pardon a n**ga
F**k around and I'mma put a part in a n**ga
Applaud a n**ga straight from the block
Lord my n**ga you know the game don't stop that's
Gangster gangster gangster
Aye what we gettin' into tonight
Step into the ride lookin' through the eyes of a motherf**kin'
Gangster gangster
So am I gonna risk my life to ride
You're motherf**kin' right
When your best friend is a gangster
