Gangsta

I saw a homie at the store he say he came up

Ain't seen him in a couple years, look how he changed up

He got that hang tough, he throwing gangs up

Red tee and red shoe strings, my homie flamed up

He sellin' drugs now, he reppin' Blood now

He roll with thugs, plus he beefin with the cuz now

Small as a pug but he swear to God he bloodhound

Thug love get it anybody throwin' blood down

Got partners he been murdered for it, yet he still claim

'Cause that can never happen to him, he the real thing

Until that steel bang, and then he feel pain

And get killed for real thinking he Lil Wayne

And then your grill change, you won't be the same brotha

You'll be in real flames, I don't mean your gang colors

Forget your gang culture, this is my appeal mayne

Call on the Lord while you live, you can still change

Say you represent, down to die for your hood

But take a second guess, if you die it ain't good

Your sins that be confessed, you don't know God like you should

And ain't no second chance when you lie in they hood

You a gangsta, gangsta, in need of a change

You say banging ain't a thang, but your gang ain't a good look

You a gangsta, gangsta, is it worth eternal flames

It should make you wanna change, naw mayne that ain't a good look

Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta