Lyrics:
to the side, standing on my own two feet
A couple weeks ain't got no sleep I feel my soul leaving
Sometimes my days go by slow I don't feel like eating
Told my
they fall On
Ain't gonna let by gon be by gon
They were on my tail for so long
Deleting day can't be prolong
Lasser on my chopper green shit On
No filter
handshakes know you scared bitch
All these iphones got 'em feeling like they real gangstas shit
Bitch I'm flexing all my fucking money and my jewellery
Chain
Why do these niggas really think that they be gangsta
I cannot put up with no pussy boy extra
My bitch is so bad, don't speak English, give cabeza
My
acceptance
Life rejections
Light connections
For all Blakerins
Did I mention, did I mention
Pay attention
What's going on in the world
Living by the sea
gangstas turn witness
I lift weights now I run
I be keeping up with my fitness
Did time, got called a loser
Got turned down by hella bitches
Ian even turn
Where I'm from you see alot of death
You know this street shit
Come wit a lot of stress
Trynna be a gangsta you could try ya best
shot em til he was
niggas be claimin the king of this city, I'm tryna go farther
Everyday I'm livin' my life to the fullest ain't no guarantee I'ma be here tomorrow
Live
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
in the dash
(She like a gangsta cause)
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
I'm the biggest boss
in the dash
(She like a gangsta cause)
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
I'm the biggest boss
in the dash
(She like a gangsta cause)
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
I'm the biggest boss
Niggas steady getting chopped
Losin' they life behind stupid shit
Ain't that a bitch
Niggas, gettin' they wig split
And it's a shame
Killin' has
another time
Scars on my wrists from handcuffs too tight
Keep it gangsta but still manage to keep the Lord in my life
Lord please tell Lucither he need
pimps, hoes, hustlers
Willies, thugs, ballers, busters
Gangstas, macks, everyday, all day
Shot callers, even high rollers keep it moving
What you see
[ INTRO ]
Gyeah
Regulatin for the west
Hoo Bangin gangstas in the house
Gyeah
Compton
All day
For the thugs
[ VERSE 1 ]
I tell you it's hell up in
Every time I breathe on the track, I asthma attack it
Why he so mad for? Why he gotta have it?
'Cause I slaved my whole life, now I'm the master
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finished
You took
Every time I breathe on the track, I asthma attack it
Why he so mad for? Why he gotta have it?
'Cause I slaved my whole life, now I'm the master
come her mommie, pack your bags (Gangsta Grizzillz
I'm on tour with members in my sprinters we for life (for life)
Concert every night, come out
the third world
Decipher my deceiver, make him a believer
Spittin' Gem Stars words in my mic type receiver
Bond is my life, so I live by my word
Never
haters and traitors my homies know the bidnis
Not telling truth i refute that i've never claimed to live it
The gangsta life is not something i joke about
my life the canvas, the world, the easel
Combines a perfect picture for people
My words is colorful like autumn
The way they fall on the track like
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