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Adam Calhoun

Gangster Rap Raised Us

 

Gangster Rap Raised Us

(album: The Brave II - 2023)


All our heroes were the gangsters, homie
Gangster rap raised us
We were out there yelling "Fuck the police"
Gangster rap made us

Tell mom I'm sorry I was smoking pot
Fourteen bumping Em and Pac
Pouring out a 40 for the homies in the parking lot (G, A)
Roll the windows down and turn it up
Drinking Hennessy and yelling "Westside", don't give a fuck
All our heroes were the gangsters, homie
And I swear to god that's all we knew
Dr. Dre, Nate Dogg and Snoop
Fell in love with rap before these rappers using autotune
Then bada-boom, dropped out of school and copped a mic, hopped in the booth
All your favorite rappers got you fucked up taking pills, dawg
All my favorite rappers got locked up or they got killed, dawg
All your favorite rappers wearing girl clothes, they fakers
But we gon' be alright, because gangster rap raised us

All our heroes were the gangsters, homie
Gangster rap raised us
We were out there yelling "Fuck the police"
Gangster rap made us

I ain't got that thang on me but I got them hands though
The vans pull up, the mans jump out like Rambo, he ran though
How can I be scared when I'm Thanos?
Leave a lump on him like a camel, get handled
Look, I grew up listening to the hardest bars, getting faded, barbershops
Arguing 'bout Nas and Pac
50, Biggie, Wayne and Jay bumping out the trailer park
And I seen the worst parts, where you don't go after dark
Like woah, I ain't ever been afraid, I was trained to go
Look how far I came, why you hating on the low?
Run him off the stage, get him at his own show
Game ain't been the same since I came through the door

We were fourteen listening to gangsters
'Fore these corny little rappers came up
Ain't no warning, better keep yo' chain tucked
It was a war and nobody playing fake tough
We were fourteen listening to gangsters
'Fore these corny little rappers came up
Ain't no warning, better keep yo' chain tucked
It was a war and nobody playing fake tough

All our heroes were the gangsters, homie
Gangster rap raised us
We were out there yelling "Fuck the police"
Gangster rap made us
All our heroes were the gangsters, homie
Gangster rap raised us

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