STUDIO GANGSTA

Clae

Uh huh

Yo, who would of thought I would try to stiffen my image like rumor taught

Authoritis tension exhibitin through these bars shit,

I was just a **** with vision who took it far

born towards, later December my heart was resembles the winter

When I look in the mirror I see my only contender

Long nights in the sprinter, city to city just to put on for mine

Even though them **** back home be frontin sometimes, oh well I recognize the difference

That what you get when bitterness and ignorance is mixed in

Its not a pleasant image

I been sippin on the 42 not 7, 6’s

Smoked the best to suppress the friction

What is this, damn is this what success all about

A bunch of **** yapping like bitches with big mouths

And I not even close to where a **** suppose to be

That’s why im grateful for the colors **** is showing me

 

Chorus x2

Micraphone, gangsta, studio gangsta

You the one that’s actin like you putting on, aint cha

You the one that’s acting like you moving zones, aint cha

You the one that’s cappin rappin every song, aint cha

 

2nd verse

The game is to be sold never told

I first heard those words at 12 years old

Listening close to older **** convos

Left me exposed to shit that I had never known

Forced to deploy without the choice to retreat

Monkey on my back that’s jacking me for reaching my peak

Abruptly brushed in the dirt for both of my shoulders

To become the beholder and watch my cup runeth over

Mary, jesus and joseph please protect me from judus

I aint tryin to show these **** that im actually ruthless like ice Cuban

Mc red just watch me eric write these wrongs

I was young like andre wakin up in the morn to a yella son

Somehow I found the moon, nia im tired of making resolutions for the new, yea

And end up not following suite, its like curry forgetting to follow through when he shoot

I dropped a hugh in this booth

Im seeing flying colors, the only goal is to inspire others

Live by my own belief like Ronald hubart

Bare witness are listening to what the sick say

Sim say greet me as mr miyagi in Clae

 

Chorus

Micraphone, gangsta, studio gangsta

You the one that’s actin like you putting on, aint cha

You the one that’s acting like you moving zones, aint cha

You the one that’s cappin rappin every song, aint cha

 

Verse 3

Uh, sometimes it take shit like this

You ****, you ****

You know what, let me talk to em

Yo, back against the wall hands dirty but still scuff em

Fuck yous up to the critics and their rebuttals

Groomed by the hands of God im bout to bubble

I will never spare the rod to pop the bubble

I Keep a small circle cause **** a try to touch you, kill you watch you mold like mildew

But im huncho bills they getting cut throat ill

But ima get back even live from the black beacon , max squeezing

Bullets tap, tap tap for back pack rap

Its for my uncle in his cell with his back on mats

I just pray that he get back on track

Crooked systems and crooked devils they coincide

Open the door to hell and tell you go inside

Immortalized on obituaries and loving memory

Im pouring up the henny rest in peace my **** nipsey

And everybody sleeping deeply I do it for yall

I couldn’t let the game defeat me so I stuck in a brawl

I had to run from the law duckin under the lights I seen the ugliest nights

Panther running in the jungle from the sun up till night

And they don’t wanna put their gun up to fight they rather run to Instagram and brag on how they kilt a man

Real shooters move in mind silence

And where these **** reside you cant even find violence that shit got my mind wilding

 

Chorus outro

Chorus x2

Micraphone, gangsta, studio gangsta

You the one that’s actin like you putting on, aint cha

You the one that’s acting like you moving zones, aint cha

You the one that’s cappin rappin every song, aint cha

Bitch ass ****