Gather Round

Gather round, gather round

Kids sit down for this fucking lesson

My money won't fold under peer pressure

If your homie doing time, **** send a letter

Put money on his books so he know better

Aye, since a light skin Mac-11

They think I'm Mike Vick with the pits

But I treat my dogs like my fucking family

Made a couple mill with the 9 fam

RIP to Rose and my Uncle Champ

With my back against the wall, I'm the people's champ

Aye, I got stripes, no Mills Lane, switching both lanes

White bitch, green eyes, money ain't a thang

Roll up four blunts, tell her fill it up with pain

Blow away the stress how a **** stay sane

I just hope when you look down at me

You feel the same about me

Aye, when you look down at me

You feel the same about me

Bathing ape under leather jackets

Nothing less than a gram, bitch you know I packed it

Eight ball and some filthy Fanta

Probably hanging with some **** that you can't handle

Might OD if I don't stop

You couldn't last one day in this red box

I just took my life and put it on a dope beat

Ask about him in the city, bet they know me

Danco in this bitch rolling up an OZ

No key, push to start and bitch we roll deep

Max got the cam, Dez need a check

So we grinding all day, what the fuck you expect?

So many battlefield scars we're dripping in plush cars

We mobbing and never stopping 'til they say the world is ours

My ambition as a rider, must I remind you?

Gold teeth in his mouth in designer

No sleep, cost a fee just to sign him

And if you checking right on the East you can find him

I was on the road doing shows, blowing O's by the K

K like agreement, and I swear they never seen it

**** wild out when I'm screaming

Salute me bitch, I'm great, we took it state to state

Now all my 9's straight and I'm

Talking about the ones that I bang with

Hit the road and made change with

And not them other **** who just lane switch

Now they wanna claim shit cause it's money in our language

Cause it's money in our language

Kumbaya, kumbaya, tell me it's do or die

You know I do enough so don't say that I do a lot

You know I'm true enough, took my side and I blew it up

If you ain't from here then who is it? You know that we keep a knot

Wait, let me slow it down some

Looking for some real **** and you found some

Looking for a great ****, well you found one

Pound one, recognize some real **** when you round some

Pussy, like a tampon

You know that I'm balling ****, AND1

And the watch got karats ****, Anwar

And you **** all see through, Ant Farms

You know I'm a genius, man I know that you see it

If you got issues then prove it, but if you isn't then beat it

Y'all are all vegetarians, don't know what the beef is

You got problems then see 'em, if you doesn't then beat it

****, yeah

Takahiro number nine, a soloist but I'm not solo bitch

Cause if you know me, know I'm all about the gang ho

2-9 What I bang ho, and nothing that you ever say

Or do about the shit I say or do will ever change ho

Lames though, always coming at me 'bout some things though

But I'm never stopping 'til I parallel that Range Rove'

Never cared about no fucking fame ho

Cause all these thirsty bitches want is

The fruit of my looms, get out my hang zone

I'm just saying, I'm saying, I feel like this day out and day in

No I do not want to date and you faking

Them lies you throw at me like Peyton

Some say I'm vain, I do not feel like waiting

This pain in the picture I'm painting is facts that I'm stating

The game that I came in, you can't never change it

This ain't it

Ain't it, ain't it, boy ain't it