UNDERGROUND GANGSTA Lyrics

Don't back down now, boy, you scared

What you even mad about now? Who cares?

You ain't a man if you resorting to your fists

Use your words for that shit, now listen up, stupid bitch

Maybe if you had some brain cells you could write a rap

That isn't cap

You ain't walking round with a weapon

That's a fact

You ain't strapped

Say you'll take a pussy off his feet

Cause you're "packing heat"

If he can eat the punches, I can take them on repeat

Oh no, don't pull out your dagger please

That's a joke, you threaten me n I ain't losing sleep

Say you dress with a stick

Boy you dress like a bitch

Fake hood gangsta, you don't walk with a switch

All the shit that you seen

Got you stuck in a dream

Only dream that you in is that you packing a beam

Say you rock with killers

Homeboy that's a problem

That's a self admission if you ain't rapping bout no nonsense

Why you snitching on yo homies

That's rule one in street code

When you play your songs to them they say "I like the beat though"

Autotuned moaning, you ain't Ye, don't talk bout heartless

Talking tough on everything, in person you is harmless

Catch a fade today, that's just the price to pay

You don't make your own beats, you just ride the wave

Running from this beef like you're running from the beat

You ain't running from the cops, you ain't living on them streets

You can't stand this, you can't stand that

I can't stand that you can't rap

Say you trap on black and blue

But you'll go snitch to the blue and black

I ain't take this serious, like a midday runaround

Talking bout you elevate, but I'm gon' keep you underground

Perc got you wavy?

Blunt got you faded?

Why the fuck you lying, talking bout a girl or baby

Got angry over nothing for a four out of ten

Bro you crazy, if you beefing cause the ass fat then maybe

But she hella mid, she slipped and fell and cut her lip

My boy stood still, he ain't do shit

You tripping, he ain't the perp, she ain't the victim

Talked to him but wouldn't listen

Is she really worth time in prison?

He say he ain't do that? He ain't do that

I watched it happen, boy he ain't do that

You can't grasp that cause you too clapped

I stepped up and it made you back up

You ain't tough if you ain't got backup

You punched on my boy and fucked him up as bad as you beat the track up

Watching you throw those punches, I almost cracked up

I could beat your ass like I'm pulling apart a Christmas cracker