Gang'nem

Call me 3Pac

For the homies, my ****

Amen

All my naysayers are eating crow

'Cause we reaping every single thing that we can sow

Needle and thread in my head, I'm a string theorist

Everything is connected and we the seamstresses

Doo-rag wrapped up, tryna train my waves

Auntie gave me a bowl cut, but I was catching fades

I went 15 like 15 times

Got away with 19 crimes

I'm sipping this wine, yeah

Writing raps in the trap, I was locked in

The drank made me slow, but my mind was on Mach-10 (God)

Elbows of vegetable for the LO (Gas)

Had the runny nose, but I ain't have a cold

If you know, you know

Really though

The homie hit me told me, "Hide the blicky, bro"

This **** always into some wild shit

One time he bought the Kel-Tec

I had to tell him all we shootin' is videos

Ain't have the eyesight for the gunfights

But gotta couple crodies I would go to war for (Gang)

Shooters you won't find on NBA highlights

I know where the bodies buried, I won't tell a soul

Soul

Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang'nem

Look the judge in the eye and lie for gang'nem

Since a youngin, I been on some ride or die shit

I got secrets I'ma die with

Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang'nem

I ain't never cutting ties with the gang'nem

Since a youngin, I been on that ride or die shit

I got secrets I'ma die with

Dead homies tattoo'd in my skin

Stash tools in the Benz

Flag blue like the wind

Blame the lean shorties for this bad mood that I'm in

She say she love me, so I made her smash two of my friends

You know I ride for my ****, middle finger to the opposition

I been the man all my life, 'cause see, my pops in prison

Not to mention I came up getting chose by lots of women

And every time they sold their bodies, know I got commission

Toxic ****

Might just tat the skull and bones

CIP Doe Burger

Can't believe that my lil' brother's gone

Missed my flight that morning

Got his text, but I missed bruh call

If I was there, I woulda caught a body like a trust fall

Or been somewhere in surgery

Pistol close as Glen, can't let 'em murder me

If I go to jail and do a bid, it was for perjury

Certainly, I swear you'll never hear that dude told

Cross my heart and take it to the tombstone

Fresh

Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang'nem

Look the judge in the eye and lie for gang'nem

Since a youngin, I been on some ride or die shit

I got secrets I'ma die with

Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang'nem

I ain't never cutting ties with the gang'nem

Since a youngin, I been on that ride or die shit

I got secrets I'ma die with