Say your a Gangsta

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Sleeper Cell Vig

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Hey, I ain't impressed with all the shit that's been going out here up until 2017, man
Hey, real gangstas do real shit, man, and y'all motherfuckers out here perpetrating it
Portraying a lifestyle that y'all ain't never had
That's my life, nigga. Such a life for my nigga
I got niggas still locked up
We through another 5, 6 years, my nigga been locked up for 15
Come on, y'all niggas ain't gangsta, man
I been on my own the whole time I been grown
Kicked out the comforts of my home
At 14 years old, I saw the bitterness that life had shown
And made a doppelganger, Vig with Jessi's angry clone
Ready to rob a stranger
I couldn't stop the danger, so I'd run to it
Tipsy off the fluids, rode in all black like a druid
Who did it? They screaming, vig niggas shoulda knew it
Cause all that impossible shit, I put myself through it
I needed money, so I sold drugs
In search of guidance, so I rode with old thugs
Replaced love with kisses and hugs
From older sluts who patrol the clubs
Looking for niggas willing to blow they bucks
Get blowed before we f*ck, call it a night, homie
Met so many niggas that's down, but none will fight for me
In fact, they quite corny
With all the wack stories, put your shit on when I sleep
Niggas your tracks bore me
So what the f*ck y'all gonna do now, huh
Play this auto-tune shit to death
Keep stealing future style
Y'all niggas sounding like a weekend, man
And real hip-hop needs to make a comeback
Being a gangster wasn't a cool thing, nigga
It was a necessity
It was about providing for our family
For our neighborhood, for our city
Y'all motherfuckers is all about y'all selves, man
But I got you
It was my ambition
My charisma and my own decisions
That led me out of the hood
Improved my own condition
What kept me out of the hood
My intuition
Basically, what's under my hood is more than torque and pistons
Put in my work and missions
Too moved to work, I'd listen
Paid attention
What the fiends wanted
Gave them some more addictions
They needed more prescriptions
So I had to go become a true chef to serve up all the fixins
Give you a crucifixion if you want some friction
I ain't talking bout crosses with jewels hung on your neck to glisten
I'm talking being hung on a cross with cross intentions
Chris, cross your name off the list
I got like black mamba vision
And it ain't shit to kill, Bill
For real
Use the steel that Hattori Hanzo had built before I hit the fields
Although AR-15s will show my truest skills
I'll go to war with any weapon of course I got to kill

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