You Ain't Gangsta
You Ain't Gangsta
By. Dran Acosta
Ay yo I'ma come out hard
so get on your guard
It's time to check your time card.
Fuck you I ain't no retard.
I'ma take this shit to you like no hold barred.
I'ma disabled street soldier,
I don't give a fuck if I ain't on the folder,
that's just who I am I shake it off my shoulder.
On the street I walk alone
I don't give a fuck if I'm on my own.
I'ma smoke you out and get you blown.
I ain't no role model, I'm fucking too hard to handle.
I love making trouble, and I don't even mumble.
Yo check it, you want me killed you better do it.
Yo you ain't shit 'cause If I say it, I'ma do it,
I don't even have to do it, I got homies that would do it.
So stop it, thinking you all hard, but you ain't nothing.
You still talking, but you aint blasting.
You maybe a gangsta, but to me your just a busta.
You saying gangsta, gangsta, but your just a fucking wangsta.
I know more gangsta shit than you busta.
I've been in the street, I got respect for the street.
I got love for the street, I'll live and die in the street.
I got all the heat, I don't care if I get beat.
I got homies from every territories,
So please homie stop telling stories.
You're a joke you got me laughing
you got me laughing so hard I'm coughing and choking.
So please homie,
stop saying you want me dead,
just drink your milk and go to bed.
By. Dran Acosta
Ay yo I'ma come out hard
so get on your guard
It's time to check your time card.
Fuck you I ain't no retard.
I'ma take this shit to you like no hold barred.
I'ma disabled street soldier,
I don't give a fuck if I ain't on the folder,
that's just who I am I shake it off my shoulder.
On the street I walk alone
I don't give a fuck if I'm on my own.
I'ma smoke you out and get you blown.
I ain't no role model, I'm fucking too hard to handle.
I love making trouble, and I don't even mumble.
Yo check it, you want me killed you better do it.
Yo you ain't shit 'cause If I say it, I'ma do it,
I don't even have to do it, I got homies that would do it.
So stop it, thinking you all hard, but you ain't nothing.
You still talking, but you aint blasting.
You maybe a gangsta, but to me your just a busta.
You saying gangsta, gangsta, but your just a fucking wangsta.
I know more gangsta shit than you busta.
I've been in the street, I got respect for the street.
I got love for the street, I'll live and die in the street.
I got all the heat, I don't care if I get beat.
I got homies from every territories,
So please homie stop telling stories.
You're a joke you got me laughing
you got me laughing so hard I'm coughing and choking.
So please homie,
stop saying you want me dead,
just drink your milk and go to bed.
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