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Say your a Gangsta

by 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 fuck, 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 fuck 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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