My Gang (Feat. Born Divine & The Better Lifers)-Cappadonna/Born Divine
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TXT My Gang (Feat. Born Divine & The Better Lifers)-Cappadonna/Born Divine 文本歌词
My Gang (Feat. Born Divine & The Better Lifers) - Cappadonna/Born Divine
Yo your boy Born back one hot track
Another masterpiece for all my hood niggas
The sting in the street trying to survive man
We gotta get right and take care of fam
So we hustle son and play the block heavy
I never snitch and never ran when the chops sweat me
I earn my stripes listen from the streets to prison
Niggas know me dog and my divine mission
I got the game now like me and money green
On the compound yo this a lock down
And yea as clear as dawn and harm city Born
Reppin' B More for life with that heat drawn
I'm bout to take off boy light years gone
Lightspeed on I breeze by like whooo
The way you going to the top man
I can't stop fam can't you niggas tell
Look at this cartel we moving weight now
My CD's jamming like they told vows
My flow so different with so many styles
Plus my voice I'll you boys better chill
Cuz my fam kill shhh don't squeal
Wheels peel out and the darkness appear
Like roaches when they see the lights
You better get it right
Cuz we ain't come to fight ight
Sick with the flows I spit for hoes
I grind everyday f**k cheeks in they holes
Spark my yae I'm still ghetto with t shirts
Jeans hard and stiff I don't give a f**k
Sh*t my Skwad is thick we don't fall back
We in charge
Fly suit red Havana Joe's
Muslim oil I'm hood what
Man you know I'm spoiled
New York City what you know I'm loyal
Baltimore City I got love for you
Popped off the first time that I ever saw you
Murdaland mixed with New York music
It's something in the cosmic making me use this
I move slick jump over cunts prostitutes b**ch
Get up to my hair the grooves is
The Better Life more papers hoes and fishsticks
Biscuits sneak 'em in the club icepicks
Me and Clayborne yo we keep us a nice chick
The police they ain't got us in they vicegrips
Chilling in a nice whip staying on some real
Look kid we got skills to pay the bills
And eat a meal for real
Even if a gotta get killed
I'mma get mine standing in that checkline
Waiting on the government
I'd rather grab the tech nine
Go through hard times
All the time it's rough on the brother
Got the d's to stick up and my baby mother
Not a lover I gotta use the rubber with the chick
Can't trust her child support sending me case numbers
Game is sour streets going under
Uh money is power we ain't getting younger
Yo I'm like a lion with a five day hunger
And I shine like the sun in the middle of summer
Uh give me a beat and I flip that
Start a record label and show you how I did that
Give me some dat you know it cost niggas some stacks
Plus a did it from scratch
Used to be pushing them cracks when a had
BBS's on the Ac' caught a flashback
Grown now speaking on facts
Still talk slow when I rap my Cap
My Born in the back
Wu Tang Clayway what's with that
My gang gon' kick ya'll a**
My gang gon' kick ya'll a**
My gang gon' kick ya'll a**
And stomp ya'll out
My gang gon' kick ya'll a**
My gang gon' kick ya'll a**
My gang gon' kick ya'll a**
And stomp ya'll out
Yeah the Better Life Movement
Masterminds Productions
Your boy DJ Fontane Clayway Records
You know how we hold it down
Wu South uh
