(feat. Eyeslow , Logic, Madman, Nemy)



[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 x2: 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 x2]