Yelawolf - Gangster Feat ASAP Rocky Big Henry Lyrics
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]There must've been something about my careless upbringingThat got me into so much trouble at school and shitCould've been the drugs at home, maybe I was just a foolish kidI soaked up everything that I could from the people that stayed at my houseBiker gangs, waking up to people that I didn't know crashed out on my couchReally didn't know at the time, that I didn't have a normal lifeAnd when I took that attitude to a new neighborhood I had to learn to fightAnd respect from the kids like me was immediately minorityI guess it must've been that "I don't give a ***** about none of y'all" shit that sorted meOut from the rest of the haves, and the have-nots took me in as kinOutcast, poor white trash, and that's where I learned to make my friendsBut I've always been a weirdo to my homie cause I wanted to go be an entertainerHe was selling rock out his windowI was the rapper and my best friend was a...[Hook: Yelawolf]Gangster, gangster, gangsterAye, what we gettin' into tonight?Step into the ride, lookin' through the eyes of a mother*****in'Gangster, gangsterSo, am I gonna risk my life, to ride?You're mother*****in' rightWhen your best friend is a gangster[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]Danger, we pistol banging, another homicideRollin' in the Chevy, mother*****er, ride or dieRidin' in the scraper low, it shake from side to sideIf the paper low, his burner on his side, murder on his mindOnly 21 and still he strives to stay aliveFeelin' paranoia, too much pride to stay insideAin't no time to wait around, find the safest place to hideDrop a chopper, lay you down, it's the fastest way to GodGrandmama tell him "Son, you gotta pray to God"Gamble with your life and then you gotta pay the pricePlace your bet and roll the die, thank the Lord and pray to Christ'Cause you almost spent your life livin' as a young mother*****in'...[Hook][Verse 3: Big Henry]Ever look in the eyes of a G?Cold, cold world that's what you gon' seeWhen the cash slow up, masks go onChevy slow up, that's what it's gon' beGame so hot that a nigga might meltOG stripes up under my beltDo it by myself, I don't need no help5-9 Hoover, nigga, hat to the leftBig Henry, ***** – nobody elseTen toes down, march nigga, step!If I pop that trunk I'm a pop me a chumpLeave a nigga slumped with his chin in his chestBang, bang, bang, nigga, real G shitHalf of these rappers ain't live like thisOn behalf of the streets I live like thisNobody really knows why it is like thisWhen it comes to a buck, I'm a mathematicianGo and hit the block like a car collisionNiggas talkin' money, you ain't starvin', is ya?You start to lose weight like they pausing in yaSo go and idle down, my nigga, pardon a nigga***** around and I'm a put a part in a nigga***** around, I'm a pull apart the niggaApplaud a nigga, straight from the blockLord, my nigga, you know the game don't stop, that's...[Hook]
