Livin' in the streets a hustler
Stone cold cash from the cradle to the grave
Diamond Dust
And Pillows Crush
A Gangsta' never change
Back the fuck up cause a gangsta' on the scene
Big block caters, and a Glock in my jeans
I'm a convict
Cause I break the laws
Gorilla warfare
Straight hustler in aw
I transgress from the lessons that I learn as a child
up with the goons and developed my style
Be tough, be feared, don't give a fuck
A street thug got these young nigga's looking up
BUM BUM
As I glide through the motherfuckin' hood?
Just a gangsta' livin' good
Makin' money
Mackin' honey's
With my right hand on my gun
Yea, they love me?
Here I come!
Big face hun's
50's and 20's
DPD investagators
And these hater's wanna get me but they can't
Can't get close
Cause I walk this rope like a fucking tight rope
They claim that I'm violent
Brought up in my environment
Outta retirement
To solitary confinement
But there's an answer to the hood and I'm it
Yes. Yes
Come, come again
Music for masses
Timeless is classic
Open your ear holes
Like lyrical catacolles
Where miracles make it
Lyrical plated?
And we can't be faded
You don't work, you don't eat
You don't eat, you don't sleep
And now I gotta get back in these motherfuckin' streets!
Reach, back and slap
Rearrangin' your face
It's Daq
On the track
With KAIROS for your veins
No need to explain
Weed, Drankin', Bitches, Entertained
While nigga's gettin' money straight famous
They call me suicide king
When I cop that click clack
Pullin' all their triggers on the dime
When I flow back
Bitches cry
When the plush black?
Ain't no one around the block
Like a rag hat combat
Fuck that
I can tell you what you want
I know
Slip cold cash
In the pocket when the killer go
The world of gangsta shit
But you already know that
Bitches get ya', go that
Hood nigga's know that
Ain't gonna be no promise tonight
Cause real gangsta motherfuckers
Will leave you dead on sight
So therefore, keep yourselves in line
Relax your mind, and enjoy you time
We came to party nigga
We here to kick it
Retain some game with nigga's
Who can exchange, change the ticket
Everybody in their own lane
It's a cold game
But the game never change
And I'm lovin' the fact
That it be like that
The game's for G's my nigga
Pimp, playa's and mac's
And the concept is that easy
Just stick to the rules
And don't try to please me
Cause real gangsta's ain't gotta shine
If it ain't money nigga
Outta sight, outta mind

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