Testo Gangsta - CJ
Testo della canzone Gangsta (CJ), tratta dall'album Gangsta
(The Collective)
Real street nigga, never sold my soul
I never snitched, so no, I never told
When you from where I'm from, you stick to the code
I keep it solid, niggas know I never fold
I'm gangsta, try me, you get shot
Middle finger to the fuckin' opps
Niggas know that I'm gangsta
Ask about me 'round the block
Niggas know I'm solid as a rock (yeah)
Started off trappin', now a nigga rappin'
I was grippin' automatics, so much shit that coulda happened
As a kid, I was traumatised, hate seein' my mama cry
Chasin' all these dollar signs while seein' all these homicides
I been around the block (been around the block), uh, never told the cops, uh (never told the cops)
Checkin' temperatures, 'cause nigga, I been movin' hot (I been movin' hot)
How you think it feel for your best man to switch up on you?
How you think it feel knowin' the opps wanna creep up on you?
How you think it feel every day, you gotta keep it on you?
Wakin' motherfuckers up, you're tired of niggas sleepin' on you
Tryna move onto the better things, move to where the weather change
I know a plug that send them things, how you expect me to stay the same? (Stay the same)
Real street nigga, never sold my soul
I never snitched, so no, I never told
When you from where I'm from, you stick to the code
I keep it solid, niggas know I never fold
I'm gangsta, try me, you get shot
Middle finger to the fuckin' opps
Niggas know that I'm gangsta
Ask about me 'round the block
Niggas know I'm solid as a rock
Look, I rather be judged by 12 than be carried by six
Remember, I was on the block, I was baggin' up Knicks
I was ridin' 'round with 380s, tryna make me a flip
And if a nigga try to run up, he get turned to a spliff, like (like)
You could really get backed down
My niggas pitch a role, but you could really get smacked down
I started off with nothin', but it turned to a bag now
We livin' up in mansions, used to live in the trap house
E'rybody doubted me, that shit turned to apologies
Bitches lookin' at me like a nigga hit the lottery
My mama said she proud of me, we can't go back to poverty
And I just had a son, so nigga, this is how it got to be (how it's gotta be)
Real street nigga, never sold my soul
I never snitched, so no, I never told
When you from where I'm from, you stick to the code
I keep it solid, niggas know I never fold
I'm gangsta, try me, you get shot
Middle finger to the fuckin' opps
Niggas know that I'm gangsta
Ask about me 'round the block
Niggas know I'm solid as a rock (yeah)
Try me, you get shot
Middle finger to the fuckin' opps
Niggas know that I'm gangsta
Ask about me 'round the block
Niggas know I'm solid as a rock (yeah)
(The Collective)
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Barnes, Nasir Jones, Anthony S. Cruz, Jean Claude Olivier, Inga Marchand, Cory Mckay, Dave Atkinson, Composer Author Unknown, Donny Flores, Sammy Tetzba, Milton Adams Ii, Christopher Daniel Soriano, Kenneth Kp Paryo
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