He turned into your everyday gangsta
In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa
Put up to act gangsta, i’ve still experienced cuts,
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,
I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh
But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta
No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano
As i light one for ill will
Then have to revist this evil
But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave
Thinks he's a gangsta but he's a disease
The church is so fucking evil
Never wrong at any level
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