Documentary Of a Gangsta

Hey yo, this right here man

Is like a documentary of a gangsta, man

The rise and fall

How them boys gone play me, they must be crazy

Baby, you better pay me

How them actors gone act up, like I ain't got back up

Back up, before you get smacked up

Why they wanna play games with me

They don't know that I'm crazy

I don't know what they thinking

They must have been drinking, but look I'm that kingpin

He said slow paper is your alto, it's like spitting

Currency is all about floss, like he can't eat his cake

And he starve, when the count low

He call the lab the bakery, he all about dough

Stuffing bread his pockets is hungry

You talking nonsense unless the topic is money

He call a hundred dollars a honey

Mami's he called them dimes

So his mind is on his money

But Mami's is on his mind

Like an O.G. Focus on the come up

Think he F'ing around he approach you with the gun up

Roll the blunt up and forget it happened

Stash the dollars, bag the product and get it cracking

He get pies, he flipping them

Tricks, he tricking them, he call them heffers

He Hugh Heffing them, he pimping them

?, He getting the ones for the connects

So have the ones correct when he come to collect

But here he come

That sound like blood money

And I ain't just talking double dubbs club money

I'm talking drug money, move out the hood money

Double up money, you can catch a slug money

This kid will murder you, more than a business

If you live it for revenue, it's principle never personal

Get rid of you if you blocking the bigger picture

He on the blocking thinking of gwop and getting richer

He flips some urban blue, play with them keys

For them c-notes so he can handle the whole piano

Hammers unloading ammo if his army ain't in harmony

He kill his own famo like Tony Soprano

He's trying to take it from mine and majored in grind

But the caper is mine, it's made up and die for the paper

Crime is second nature when you love cash

Doing dirty, he turn the ave. Into a blood bath

Here he come

The heater buss that mean the reaper coming

Drug money keep them bugging not the trees he puffing

Streets is buzzing about the repercussion

But he so much in love with his bread the beef is nothing

He got metals for war just like a veteran

But now he bringing cheddar in more than he ever been

Banked up, he stepped his hustle pimp smoked cold crack

Heroin game up, american gangster

Sleep with the fish while he rather loot and

You like balling, he like stealing and shooting

Comrades, customers, competition connects

And hustlers is wishing and plotting the day of his death

What's his focus? Keys is, even when karma catching up

It's hard to set him up, he's always holding heaters

But yo, they know his weakness so they gave that bread to him

Somebody put a gun to his head, guess what he said to them