Gangster
(专辑: Trunk Muzik Returns - 2013)
[Verse 1: Yelawolf] There must've been something about my careless upbringing That got me into so much trouble at school and shit Could've been the
drugs at home, maybe I
was just a
foolish kid I
soaked up everything that I
could from the
people that stayed at my house Biker gangs, waking up to people that I
didn't know crashed out on my couch Really didn't know at the
time, that I
didn't have a
normal life And when I
took that attitude to a
new neighborhood I
had to learn to fight And respect from the
kids like me was immediately minority I
guess it must've been that "I don't give a
fuck about none of y'all" shit that sorted me Out from the
rest of the
haves, and the
have-nots took me in as kin Outcast, poor white trash, and that's where I
learned to make my friends But I've always been a
weirdo to my homie cause I
wanted to go be an entertainer He was selling rock out his window I
was the
rapper and my best friend was a... [Hook: Yelawolf] Gangster, gangster, gangster Aye, what we getting into tonight? Step into the
ride, looking through the
eyes of a
motherfucking Gangster, gangster So, am I
gonna risk my life, to ride? You're motherfucking right When your best friend is a
gangster [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Danger, we pistol banging, another homicide Rolling in the
Chevy, motherfucker, ride or die Riding in the
scraper low, it shake from side to side If the
paper low, his burner on his side, murder on his mind Only 21 and still he strives to stay alive Feeling paranoia, too much pride to stay inside Ain't no time to wait around, find the
safest place to hide Drop a
chopper, lay you down, it's the
fastest way to God Grandmama tell him "Son, you gotta pray to God" Gamble with your life and then you gotta pay the
price Place your bet and roll the
die, thank the
Lord and pray to Christ 'Cause you almost spent your life living as a
young motherfucking... [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Henry] Ever look in the
eyes of a
G? Cold, cold world that's what you gon' see When the
cash slow up, masks go on Chevy slow up, that's what it's gon' be Game so hot that a
nigga might melt OG stripes up under my belt Do it by myself, I
don't need no help 5-9 Hoover, nigga, hat to the
left Big Henry, bitch – nobody else Ten toes down, march nigga, step! If I
pop that trunk I'm a
pop me a
chump Leave a
nigga slumped with his chin in his chest Bang, bang, bang, nigga, real G
shit Half of these rappers ain't live like this On behalf of the
streets I
live like this Nobody really knows why it is like this When it comes to a
buck, I'm a
mathematician Go and hit the
block like a
car collision Niggas talking money, you ain't starving, is ya? You start to lose weight like they pausing in ya So go and idle down, my nigga, pardon a
nigga Fuck around and I'm a
put a
part in a
nigga Fuck around, I'm a
pull apart the
nigga Applaud a
nigga, straight from the
block Lord, my nigga, you know the
game don't stop, that's... [Hook]