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.