Game above legit produced by norpz
• Written by ygfortune
Feeling good in the hood
Off the hook so I shook
Never bite the hand that feeds you believe
That dreams come true
Jack of all trades for decades
An update for all these fruitcakes
yo, I smoke dust and shoot cops,
sold guns to Tupac
Smoked blunts with Biggie Smalls
and sold drugs on newlots
I was too young, couldn't get up in clubs
back in the old days
We used rob and terrorize kids in front
of homebase
If Funkmaster Flex was inside, rockinrockin
the whole place
We was outside, smacking kids
and snatchin gold chains
Baggin mad pigeons, catchin mad digits,
bad bitches
And when they husbands came
around we had to blast bisquits
A bunch of bad Brooklyn kids
that always had pistols
Broken dreams and broken homes,
we always had issues
And mad problems worshippin
gangstas and bankrobbers
Watchin star fade startin fights
and rap conscience [?]
Until we realized how to get the real money
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money
Its funny how the money
make the whole world love you
Jealous cats hate you,
dime pigeons
Little ghetto children run up on you
, wanna touch you
Got the irs lookin at you, wanna fuck you
Sniffin so much blow, you don't know
if you can trust you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine
and the dust do
Go against the I'll Bill, and Non Phixion will
crush you, bust you
Leave you with a tube and ya throat to
suck through [?]
We truck jewels, we dust brothers fuck mothers
You thugs love us, ? The gunslingers
and drughustlers
Where my gangstas at?
“Is you a gangsta?”
“With gangsta rap”
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ygfortune
Member since January 5 2018