Gz

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Look, uh

Look

Dawg, uh

They say you thugged out, gangsta, gangsta

Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous

Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?

Banged up, banger

Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (uh, look)

I feel the anger, all way down to my ankles

Tryna keep ahead, so yeah, I keep one in the chamber

Puttin' shit to bed, we all blessed, fed, and thankful

Puttin' shit to bed, he bled tears, shed, painful

It's goin' to my head

Don't let that picture that they paint you in reflection turn deception in your brain

You want respect? Then give the same (uh)

Dealin' with some real shit, they're fakin' beef, we're creating

Call it competition, feel more like it's class participation

Get the gloves out, banger, banger

It ain't no love down south, memories painful

My patner got the plug down south, Cartagena

Flew to Colombia, work muchos buenos

Shawty, you too thugged out (gangsta, gangsta)

Nah, fuck it, they say you too tough

Exterior black, ugly and rough (yeah)

Inferior to shirt and ties, suit with the tux (uh)

Tempered, you fuckity, sick and tired, he turned shit up

Bear wires, but not a bad guy

You know how black lives (don't) matter

We see the data and the pattern applied

Don't feel pity, throw a party, nigga, pass me the mic

I be thinkin' maybe Martin was wrong, Malcolm was right

Fuck it, we thugged out, gangsta, gangsta

Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous

Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?

Banged up, banger

Tell them bitches stop playin' with us

Gangsta, gangsta (gangsta)

Gangsta, gangsta

Uh, look, yeah

I left the flame, they hit that game, but had to park on the dick

Took everything from out the whip besides the change and the stick

It's hella dark, you can't see shit behind this ten percent tint

I should get five percent tint, I been on all kinds of mischief

Probably when I'm ridin' through the city

Cops think I'm ridin' 'round to get it

Like I'm Tity, tryna get money, 'cause the economy is shitty

Mind your business, write up the ticket while I'm windin' up the window

Saints and Falcons, robbery weekend, and this time we gotta win it

You know I'm all about the business

Back then, took Martha out to Kensington

Then got my Jordans out the flea market, just got started reminiscin'

'Bout all them cars we tried to crack

Smash it, them doors we used to kick

Jack shit, we was sleepin' on the floors, way more important to the script

In another series of events, lot of shit, it be very unfortunate

Like I mentioned, we had the game, finna go, and I'm feelin' a sudden suspense

I get in my car, see some glass by the door, and I'm like, "Why the fuck is this?"

I knew what it was, the stadium right in the hood and my window was busted

Now I feel all the blood is rushin'

Take a second, a minute, adjustment

Had a couple things, but if they ain't found my bangin'

They ain't really get nothin' (come on, bruh)

Thank God, dang, you little niggas took everything

From the spare tires, to the spare change

The insurance papers, and some blunt spray

What the fuck would they want with that anyway?

But we in Atlanta, you could see the channels, man

That shit gon' happen every, any day

Might not see bandanas

But he squeeze the hammer like John Henry, tryna beat the train

Havin' fun with it, bunch of young nigga, tryna feel numb to the pain

I ain't trippin' 'cause I know who responsible

It's the motherfuckas that be claimin'

We too thugged out, gangsta, gangsta

Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous

Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?

Banged up, banger

Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (uh, fuck)

Gangsta, gangsta (gangsta)

Gangsta, gangsta

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