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gangsta shit
- Gangsta Shit
- (Intro)
- Yeah, we out here, uh,
- Ain't no stoppin' us now,
- Let me show you how we do, let’s go.
- (Verse 1)
- I'm steppin' in the game, got my name on the rise,
- Hustle in my blood, got that fire in my eyes,
- Got the drip on my fit, and the grind never dies,
- Real talk, no cap, this the life I prioritize.
- Pull up on the block, haters lookin’ surprised,
- Movin’ in silence, I don't need no disguise,
- Cash flow steady, watch the money multiply,
- I’m the king in this game, yeah, the throne’s mine to claim, high.
- (Chorus)
- We out here ballin’, that gangsta shit,
- Flexin’ on the haters, they ain’t got a bit,
- Bitches wanna roll, but I’m stackin’ my chips,
- Niggas know the deal, it’s real, no scripts.
- (Verse 2)
- Got the city on my back, yeah, we run this whole town,
- Real G's movin' quiet, never wearin’ a frown,
- Detroit’s in my veins, hear the sound, we astound,
- All these fake ass thugs, man, they just clownin’ around.
- I’m a savage, no average, just a beast with the bars,
- From the D to the top, yeah, we reachin’ for stars,
- Rollin’ deep with my crew, pullin’ up in them cars,
- Ain't no fear in my heart, man, I spit it like tar.
- (Chorus)
- We out here ballin’, that gangsta shit,
- Flexin’ on the haters, they ain’t got a bit,
- Bitches wanna roll, but I’m stackin’ my chips,
- Niggas know the deal, it’s real, no scripts.
- (Bridge)
- From 8 Mile to the Heights, we be makin’ it right,
- Got the hustle of a lion, you can see in my bite,
- Detroit grit, we gettin’ rich overnight,
- In the shadows where we grind, outta sight, outta mind.
- (Verse 3)
- So raise your glass up, here’s to all my real thugs,
- Livin’ life on the edge, never givin’ a shrug,
- Put the city on my back, yeah, we showin’ love,
- In this game for the win, never playin’ a sub.
- Got the heart of a soldier, never backin’ down,
- In the ring with the kings, wear my crown, hold it down,
- These bitches actin' shady, but they all just clowns,
- I'm the voice of the streets, hear my sound all around.
- (Chorus)
- We out here ballin’, that gangsta shit,
- Flexin’ on the haters, they ain’t got a bit,
- Bitches wanna roll, but I’m stackin’ my chips,
- Niggas know the deal, it’s real, no scripts.
- (Outro)
- So remember the name, yeah, we comin' for you,
- From the bottom to the top, what the real ones do,
- Ain't no stoppin' this grind, watch the whole crew pursue,
- Gangsta shit forever, this is just how we move.
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