Gangsta - CJ

(The Collective)

Real street nigga, never sold my soul

I never snitched, so no, I never told

When you from where I'm from, you stick to the code

I keep it solid, niggas know I never fold

I'm gangsta, try me, you get shot

Middle finger to the fuckin' opps

Niggas know that I'm gangsta

Ask about me 'round the block

Niggas know I'm solid as a rock (Yeah)

Started off trappin', now a nigga rappin'

I was, gripping automatics, so much shit that could've happened

As a kid, I was traumatised, hate seein' my mama cry

Chasin' all these dollar signs while seein' all these homicides

I been around the block, uh

Never told the cops, uh

Checkin' temperatures, 'cause nigga, I been movin' hot

How you think it feel for your best man to switch up on you?

How you think it feel knowing the opps wanna creep up on you?

How you think it feel everyday you gotta keep it on you?

Wakin' motherfuckers up, you're tired of niggas sleeping on you

Tryna move onto the better things, move to where the weather change

I know a plug that send them things, how you expect me to stay the same? (Stay the same)

Real street nigga, never sold my soul

I never snitched, so no, I never told

When you from where I'm from, you stick to the code

I keep it solid, niggas know I never fold

I'm gangsta, try me, you get shot

Middle finger to the fuckin' opps

Niggas know that I'm gangsta

Ask about me 'round the block

Niggas know I'm solid as a rock

Look, I rather be judged by twelve than be carried by six

Remember, I was on the block, I was baggin' up Knicks

I was ridin' 'round with 380s, tryna make me a flip

And if a nigga try to run up, then he get turned to a spliff, like

You could really get backed down

My niggas pitch a role but you could really get smacked down

I started off with nothin', but it turned to a bag now

We livin' up in mansions, used to live in the trap house

Everybody doubted me, that shit turned to apologies

Bitches lookin' at me like a nigga hit the lottery

My mama said she proud of me, we can't go back to poverty

And I just had a son, so nigga, this is how it got to be (How it's gotta be)

Real street nigga, never sold my soul

I never snitched, so no, I never told

When you from where I'm from, you stick to the code

I keep it solid, niggas know I never fold

I'm gangsta, try me, you get shot

Middle finger to the fuckin' opps

Niggas know that I'm gangsta

Ask about me 'round the block

Niggas know I'm solid as a rock (Yeah)

Try me, you get shot

Middle finger to the fuckin' opps

Niggas know that I'm gangsta

Ask about me 'round the block

Niggas know I'm solid as a rock (Yeah)