Gang (feat. Swank G & Nomad Houston)

On the gang S.O.B the gang Facts (skrrt) Savage On the Beat Records baby Solo I'm on Rosecrans and Ocean Gate, high as fuck that's no debate Eyes red like Golden Gate, Im repping Cali like Golden State It's funny how they acting when they know you got paper Sorry I’m an asshole, fasho in my nature Sitting here in silence won't condone that behavior Cuss like a sailor while in my Chuck Taylor's Like bro, tell me who need that The gun Fat Joe cause this shit make you lean back Smoking on wax consistency of tree sap Missing in action then I'm prolly where the weed at Squeeze back, pole on my hip, no number two but Solo with the shit Learned a lot of things wasn't told as kid, my style ain't rusty my motive is crisp You think you a star but but you ain't, like Waka going hard in the paint Behind these bars with a shank, I'ma pull your card what you think (Yessir) You ain't hitting shit like Savage does (nah), I'm with Aladdin no magic rug (Let's go) Feeling like I haven't had enough, so c'mon man and pass the drugs (S.O.B the gang) I been getting so high that I cannot feel a thang Pull up looking so fly woulda thought I took a plane Haters looking at me, wish I wasn't so on game When I pull up to the spot, man you know it's all gang I been getting so high that I cannot feel a thang Pull up looking so fly woulda thought I took a plane Haters looking at me, wish I wasn't so on game When I pull up to the spot, man you know it's all gang (Swank G) I'm with all my niggas, smoking stacking figures Prolly smoking Swishers, my bitch she washing dishes She gon' tell me when she finish, she just mind her business When she know I'm fucking with it Can’t rat im never snitching, to the grave then I'm digging Money is my mission Cooking in the kitchen, that empire be my vision I'm not talking television, watching every season Bitch I been the reason, left on read but I'm never leaving If I'm blocked I won’t receive it Fighting off my demons (yup) My Air Force's steady creasing Smoking prolly chiefing She feening cause she need it I fucked her when she bleeding That’s my bitch but I never leave it That’s on gang if you don’t believe it (S.O.B) I been getting so high that I cannot feel a thang Pull up looking so fly woulda thought I took a plane (we took a plane baby) Haters looking at me, wish I wasn't so on game When I pull up to the spot, man you know it's all gang (let's go) I been getting so high that I cannot feel a thang Pull up looking so fly woulda thought I took a plane Haters looking at me, wish I wasn't so on game When I pull up to the spot, man you know it's all gang (Nomad Houston) Grip wood grain, candy coat on the frame, light Mary Jane strain just to maintain Repping what’s mine, fuck you and your name Stressing out my mind, till she give me that brain Doing cocaine till I turn Cobain, can’t frame the hurt in my reflected pane My idols are all dead ones so I overdosed yelling gang gang gang Dropping Sid till I’m feeling vicious Savage On the Beat so the sounds malicious Purple kisses from the Mrs. come ride this wave or sink with the fishes We stay feasting, dirty dishes, blunt after blunt till it’s repetitious Popping pills straight from physicians My weed stay crossed like the neck of Christians Fuck the police and the system, politicians, one’s who ran the missions How come those that protect and serve always be the most suspicious Yeah you right I was born seditious, defund the cops, eat the richest Fuck all racists, no religions Rather die with my gang than lie with you snitches (Nomad Houston) S.O.B, that's the gang