Nu School Gangster Lyrics

The booth don't lie, the streets said Greatness is the truth

OG's listen to me to relive their youth

No flashbacks of the corner, I put 'em back in the driver's seat

You gotta know where you're goin' if you wanna ride with me

Can't rot on the block, I lost years on the concrete

And if you don't feel me, it's 'cause your flow is off beat

But my therapist says that I'm makin' progress

'Cause I spit the truth, yeah, I spit it so honest

Progress is a process

So if the truth hurts, I'll slit my wrist 'til they find me unconscious

I'd kill myself 'fore I spit somethin' dishonest

Streets said I'm sick, that's 'cause y'all make me nauseous

Niggas thought I left the game like I had two technicals

But, nah, the man still here, yup, two testicles

I'm about to do the damage that Two-TECs would do

Two TECs, I'm sorry if that's a little too technical

My hood is just too hood

And these goodfellas is up to no good

Got a friction addiction, I wish you would

I'll break you off proper, you don't want no problems

Keep talkin' shit, get pinned for good

Like one, two, three, I got 'em

Yo, the hood's lawless

Dollars dictate the etiquette

For the right price, niggas feed the feds evidence

Niggas buy protection, go all out to spend for it

Keep burners close 'cause that's the way to defend your shit

Money brings girls, better buy some condoms

Money puts liquor in girls, liquor makes these girls want some

But my therapist thinks I have a drinkin' problem

'Cause I drink alone and it's usually hard stuff

But I can't stand these rappers, I can't stand these beats

Hip-Hop is dead, motherfuck the streets

These beefs are all storyline, it's all scripted

Since when do thugs call press conferences to handle business

Two tears in a bucket for these bitches

And one needle in the arm just to feed the sickness

Life's a ride, I drive it like I stole it

Peel out every time, it's got me overdosin'

My hood is just too hood

And these goodfellas is up to no good

Got a friction addiction, I wish you would

I'll break you off proper, you don't want no problems

Keep talkin' shit, get pinned for good

Like one, two, three, I got 'em

I threatened to drop the mic and they begged me not to

They said, G. Dor, spit that truth, you got to

Good news, bad news, real niggas, I got you

Copycats, I wanna know, who the fuck Xeroxed you

Niggas think they savage like Randy, really believe they're macho

So I gotta kill your creed like Ivan Drago

But my therapist says that we're makin' progress

And she likes that I spit it to these hoes so honest

Chicks dig the fact that rats appall me

I almost cried when Henry snitched on Jimmy and Pauly

But that's probably 'cause where I'm from we value trust

And that nose candy's on the rise, the value's up

The hoes, they play games, 'cause hoes, they wanna fuck

The games nothin' but a hoe, another nut to bust

She's in love with my flow, I'm her number one crush

'Cause I drop hot shit, no courtesy flush

My hood is just too hood

And these goodfellas is up to no good

Got a friction addiction, I wish you would

I'll break you off proper, you don't want no problems

My hood is just too hood

And these goodfellas is up to no good

Got a friction addiction, I wish you would

I'll break you off proper, you don't want no problems

My hood is just too hood

And these goodfellas is up to no good

Got a friction addiction, I wish you would

I'll break you off proper, you don't want no problems

Keep talkin' shit, get pinned for good

Like one, two, three, I got 'em