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Always Be Gangsta Freestyle

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Always Be Gangsta Freestyle

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Yes believe (ooh)

[?]

All real

Stand, on ten

I'm all the way, you know

[?]

The bust down on my watch, cancelled all my soul ties

Countertops in the southside, lettin' the coke dry (coke dry)

I don't get upset, I ain't never duck and wreck (duck and wreck)

I'm a muslim, yeah

Let me know where you gon' bump your head

Wanna post up on me, for some bread

Tell 'em I ain't scared (let's go)

Jumped the hellcat with no timb

Work in my blackberry

T-shirt white, bitch bright, feel like I'm jeff perry

Swaggin' from the pipe, with hard pipe and she said "yes Kevin"

What I told you 'bout that get it right and she said "yes daddy"

Rumors in the city, I ain't worried 'bout none of them

Mix the h with the fiend, you could go fetch you a Benz

Bulletproof cutlass supreme (ooh)

Necklace inforced with bling

Truck on the interstate, make the honda touch down with them [?]

Rollie on glisten, ka-ting

Later this shit was a dream

Bread winner ego go inc

Jump in the whip and go skrrt

Come up from nothing, gold teeth in the gutter, the street

Caught up with cutters and cleats, thuggin', I'm somethin' unique

My children love me, my women infatuated, pull the paper from outta that hoe

Everything platinum, ain't regular standards

He tuckin' that pack and I'm throwin' them lows

These women mean nothin, they stealin’ my energy

From em it’s spinnin' me outta control

Fuckin' with trash, I learned my lesson (ooh)

Two hunnid k for a new perspective (I did)

Got my attention, that ain't bad (come on)

Get out of line or I'm gettin' you smashed

Tell me it's up and I'm on your ass (I'm on your ass)

I'm in the tank, I'm doin' the dash

Keep your security 'round you

Know all you pussy and I'm not scared of nothing (I ain't scared of nothing)

I'ma control the threats, I show the press

And tell 'em the pressure ugly

I made a lot of mistakes in life but I'm up in rank, I'm growin' from that

I gave a lot of you niggas some stripes, but I ain't aight, ain’t going from that

Raisin' my son for the build the man and he 'bout to live in reality

We open with prayer and we stick to the plan and this is the only reality

Your moral compass is all you got

Life in general cold sport

The higher ups gon' play polite

The system still do what they want

Cool to kick it, but always remember that you still a nigga when you go to court

Been in that blender with plenty of course

Blemish my image, ain’t with noise

Still tryna be a better man, still I handle bidness like a gangsta (gangsta)

I'ma always be gangsta (gangsta), I'ma always be gangsta (gangsta)

Still tryna be a better man, still I handle bidness like a gangsta (gangsta)

I'ma always be gangsta (gangsta), I'ma always be gangsta (gangsta)

Respect the laws of the jungle, nigga layin' low down in the slums

I'm the same nigga from the [?] house, with jermaine [here?] dealing drugs

I'm the same nigga had [?] on mic', underneath the wing of the buzz

I just wanna see you come up, quarter ki, a grand tryna let 'em thug

I'm the same nigga from the wild side, with the low tabs in the mud (I did)

In the bottom, standin' outside, gates got the cocaine in the bud

Rest in peace, lil' fat, droptop Jack, come in all black

Hit me back, pull on me and julio, on louisa street for the pack

Let me take a nigga back

'Fore I graduated with them racks

The whole southside eatin' [?] and jumpin’ out camaros

That's when big London had to lay

That's when big head had to lay

[?] Airplane in the [?]

We on airzone in the lair

Big yak havin' the cts, with the spinners on him, that's a fact

I was uptown at the eastern [?]

White stan smiths with the tag

With the long dreads, bolo collar

With the low shorts let em sag

With the red boxes, with the white shorts, all four pockets full of bands

Ayy with all due respect (come on man)

Ayy, that's me you tryna be, you heard?

(Ayy, haha, for real)

I don't chill like that, like that

Ayy come on man, [?], I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')

It's really nothin' (man you playin')

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