Gangster - Yelawolf feat ASAP Rocky & Big Henry
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
There must've been something about my careless upbringing
That got me into so much trouble at school and sh_t
Could've been the drugs at home, maybe I was just a foolish kid
I soaked up everything that I could from the people that stayed at my house
Biker gangs, waking up to people that I didn't know crashed out on my couch
Really didn't know at the time, that I didn't have a normal life
And when I took that attitude to a new neighborhood I had to learn to fight
And respect from the kids like me was immediately minority
I guess it must've been that "I don't give a f_ck about none of y'all" sh_t that sorted me
Out from the rest of the haves, and the have-nots took me in as kin
Outcast, poor white trash, and that's where I learned to make my friends
But I've always been a weirdo to my homie cause I wanted to go be an entertainer
He was selling rock out his window
I was the rapper and my best friend was a...
Gangster, gangster, gangster
Aye, what we gettin' into tonight?
Step into the ride, lookin' through the eyes of a motherf_ckin'
So, am I gonna risk my life, to ride?
You're motherf_ckin' right
When your best friend is a gangster
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Danger, we pistol banging, another homicide
Rollin' in the Chevy, motherf_cker, ride or die
Ridin' in the scraper low, it shake from side to side
If the paper low, his burner on his side, murder on his mind
Only 21 and still he strives to stay alive
Feelin' paranoia, too much pride to stay inside
Ain't no time to wait around, find the safest place to hide
Drop a chopper, lay you down, it's the fastest way to God
Grandmama tell him "Son, you gotta pray to God"
Gamble with your life and then you gotta pay the price
Place your bet and roll the die, thank the Lord and pray to Christ
'Cause you almost spent your life livin' as a young motherf_ckin'...
[Verse 3: Big Henry]
Ever look in the eyes of a G?
Cold, cold world that's what you gon' see
When the cash slow up, masks go on
Chevy slow up, that's what it's gon' be
Game so hot that a n_gga might melt
OG stripes up under my belt
Do it by myself, I don't need no help
5-9 Hoover, n_gga, hat to the left
Big Henry, b_tch - nobody else
Ten toes down, march n_gga, step!
If I pop that trunk I'm a pop me a chump
Leave a n_gga slumped with his chin in his chest
Bang, bang, bang, n_gga, real G sh_t
Half of these rappers ain't live like this
On behalf of the streets I live like this
Nobody really knows why it is like this
When it comes to a buck, I'm a mathematician
Go and hit the block like a car collision
N_ggas talkin' money, you ain't starvin', is ya?
You start to lose weight like they pausing in ya
So go and idle down, my n_gga, pardon a n_gga
F_ck around and I'm a put a part in a n_gga
F_ck around, I'm a pull apart the n_gga
Applaud a n_gga, straight from the block
Lord, my n_gga, you know the game don't stop, that's...