Say your a Gangsta Lyrics

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