Текст (слова) песни: Mathematics f Eyes Low, Logic, Mad Man, - Gangsta

[Logic]
I`m a gangsta, it`s homicide to ya lullabyes
Ridin` by, still screamin` out, fuck a 9 to 5
Traumatized niggas couldn`t play in this sport
Either you ball or you flamin` your torch
Sell draw, or just came from up north
Homey, it`s one or the other
Cuz it`s real, when it`s a steel to your son or you mother
I come from the gutter, but now I gotta rise to the top
Take `em back to them times, I had them dimes in my drop
Or that nine by my crotch, just to pick up the stack
It`s `88 style, when we had them nickels and crack
Y`all niggas is wack, shorty on the real, it`s a damn, shame
The way they let y`all little niggas up in this damn game
My campaign is a team that`ll shank ya
It don`t mean that we thugs, it just means that we gangstas
That`s rearranger strangers, with the bangers
When you in the presence of my chamber

[Nemy]
I`m not the one you should step to
Cuz when the drama pop off, I`m not the one to be next to
Not the one, to be known, for that nigga who left you
I`m here for the long run, I fight you til it`s long done
Rhyme like a case, you can`t leave til you caught one
Up in your face, I`ma breathe something awesome
The foursome is here, you been waiting for all year
We lost some, but still, we linkin` it all clear
We some (gangstas), straight from Jamaica, Queens, making dreams
Come true, by taking themes, hey, it`s me, I`ma (gangsta)
Never, the one to be played, a made man on my own
I ain`t wanna be raid, I made plans on my own, I ain`t wanna be hated
Being down in trees, made me wanna be great
I got down with my please, but I don`t wanna be cased
I prayed down on my knees, yo, for one of these days

[Chorus 2X: Eyes Low]
I`m a gangsta, keep my mind on my money
Cock my nine when I`m hungry, down to ride for my homey
I`m a gangsta, I stay with a bitch by my side
Lookin` dipped in the ride, I can`t hide it

[Mad Man]
We some gangstas, niggas, but we rollin` with bangers
I take a piss on your lawn, and say hello to your neighbors
Fucker, I switch dames, like I switch lanes
Queens nigga, talk slicker than a pimp with a cane
Cuz I`m a gangsta, crack slinger, cognac drinker
Til the party gat bring a baseball bat swinger
Very hard hitter, permanent scar giver
Local baby mom`s hitter, only drink hard liquor
I leave the bar, with the bartender pollyin`
In the telly with your girl, you can find me in
I be in the cut, look, tommy, you get buck shook
Niggas I don`t fuck with, try`nna get rich
Cuz we tired of re`in up, fast cash is the worst type
And I burn herb like gas on a turnpike
Love a chick that let me hit the ass on the first night
It`s only right... gangsta, y`all know me right

[Eyes Low]
On 9/27, a gangsta born
I wish I had a g to stack, for every day that I mourn
Kept a ratchet by my hip, in every state I performed
I`m like a magnet to the strip, with heavyweight in my palm
Stash box in the whip, in case the cops got flopped
Made a name, got the fame, then my stocks got high
I handle long, them I`m outtie, once them shots pop hot
You see my moms was an alch-ey, and my pops got high
I live the real life, dogs, you better understand
I`m a thug, but God`s hug, give me the upper hand
You drowned in holy water, drenched in cold blood
Turn pounds, the ho`s reporters convinced, it`s no love
You said, how much of this, could the world handle?
Tuckin` my forty-five, watchin` my girl handle the pearl handle
In the city of murder, we holdin` iron
Trapped ready to -- they sleep, no denyin`

[Chorus 2X]

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