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DJ Drama

Religion

 

Religion

(album: Hot Shot: Gangsta Grillz - 2023)


[DJ Drama:]
(Dramatic, nigga)
When I talk to the streets
Shit's like a religion

[G Perico:]
We jumped on a plane and we flew out of state
Landed in the next city, time to get paid
Every month, I need a million dollars, right now, that's the goal
Say you wanna do business, well, what you got going on?
It's houses in my hood that cost a half a million
Niggas spin the block all day, around that bitch, killing
If you ain't really getting money, you can't live in my city
A gang of famous niggas getting killed in my city
We bust first, then we ask the questions later
I was taught to get it on my own, I don't need no favors
I was eating Tams, now my taste stuck on Nobu
Flying up PCH in a C8 with no roof
Don't try to hit me on my phone, I think it's tapped
Don't even try to talk in code, you gon' get a nigga cracked
And I got Versace shades covering up the sun rays
Flying in my 'Vette, I pull that bitch out every Sunday
Mic check, Glock check, my nigga with the flock check
Can't take advice from a nigga that ain't got shit
They talk shit, but I ain't worried 'bout it, 'cause we drop shit
On the Eastside, I'm the top shit

I gotta keep it G, I ain't never ask for no favors
These niggas was tucking they 'rags when I came in the game
I'm a young OG nigga from South Central
Where keeping your pistol is religion

Don't be leaning on my car, that shit cost two hundred thousand
Jumping out like a hoodrat in my cut-off trousers
Don't pull a gun if you ain't gon' use it, that's how you end up dead
When you say how you really feel, that's when you lose your friends
God protect me from any nigga I know that wanna knock me off
Tryna politic over little petty shit, nigga, knock it off
It's a celebration, I keep winning, I can't stop
I'm recouped before my shit drop
Independent, Innerprize Clicc, yeah, that's my shit
You see the African over there with the long hair? Yeah, that's my bitch
Niggas hit my phone like, "Come kick it," I don't trust 'em
When I get to the block and if I feel nervous, then I'm busting

I gotta keep it G (Gangsta), I ain't never ask for no favors
These niggas was tucking they 'rags when I came in the game
I'm a young OG nigga from South Central
Where keeping your pistol is religion

[DJ Drama:]
(Gangsta Grizzills)
Welcome to Dram's holy scriptures
When I'm gone, let the stories be told from generation to generation

done

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