Gangster music

Dope house music

One time, one time

I'm super like man, and you super like fishel

Ever since a **** made a promise to my pistol

I will never use you, I will never flaunt you

Fuck with the peazy, **** if you want to

Stick to my side, I will keep you warm

Get the crowd moving every time we perform

The day I was born, it rained all night

My pop was in jail from a drunken bar fight

They cut my mom open like a fucking shark bite

Then pulled me out her stomach underneath a small light

We came back home, never knew what peace was

Til right around 11 when I caught my first weed buzz

We in cages til it's time for caskets

Saw my first murder after baseball practice

It's so much chaos, the poor get lay offs

Struggling families more broker than crayons

It ain't never personal, it's always business

I'm not mad when I bust, **** that's the difference

Worried bout a hoe, I give a fuck bout bitches

You in love getting hurt, **** that's the difference

Fuck radio, I make songs for killers

I give a fuck about air play, that's the difference

I got nothing but love, for you hating ass ****

You can't turn me to a hater bitch, that's the difference

I know Smith and I also know Wesson

Hit him in the chest and it cleared his congestion

Don't do no wrestling, pushing and shoving

First he was tripping, now he hit and he stumbling

Let the night fall over all sunny side

Hear the gun shots so I think somebody died

Let a **** talk, down I'mma get that punk

Let the world fall on me, I'mma get back up

Let my vet crack trunk, plus I'm swang on foreign

They wanna jack, but they never catch a gangster snoring

I'm getting paid off poems that twist and turn into raps

I quit blasting at haters, I quit serving up crack

Now I'm burning the sack and I have learned to adapt

They try to stop me, when they lock me I still murder a track

You can't stop the sun homes, I am the horizon

Y'all just make a **** stronger, hope you keep on trying

It ain't never personal, it's always business

I'm not mad when I bust, **** that's the difference

Worried bout a hoe, I give a fuck bout bitches

You in love getting hurt, **** that's the difference

Fuck radio, I make songs for killers

I give a fuck about air play, that's the difference

I got nothing but love, for you hating ass ****

You can't turn me to a hater bitch, that's the difference

Holy matrimony, married to the streets of war

I play em close and be like homie what you reaching for

I don't know if you here to show me love or slugs

I know the block is my poppa told me trust no one

Solo hustling, my clientele is all that I know

The fiends selling his life, the dealer selling his soul

I'm trying to relish the moments when I was young and carefree

Bullies at my school but never let them hoes scare me

We all got older, life started to change

We in the gangsterous age, I started recording my tapes

They sold quicker than weight, I'm like is this shit my fate

I learned that verses and hooks can turn to 16's and 8's

I started signing my flyers and put them inches in tires

I found out that most rappers were just bitches and liars

You don't choose thug living, it chooses you homeboy

I keep it real cause on the cool I never had no choice

It ain't never personal, it's always business

I'm not mad when I bust, **** that's the difference

Worried bout a hoe, I give a fuck bout bitches

You in love getting hurt, **** that's the difference

Fuck radio, I make songs for killers

I give a fuck about air play, that's the difference

I got nothing but love, for you hating ass ****

You can't turn me to a hater bitch, that's the difference