U in a Gang // Exxon - Kenny Mason

Big business

We got Percocet, drugged

We gettin them pills in

In the Dec' with the Judge

My niggas kill shit

If you pull it better buss

Bitch I ain' flinching

You on some wig shit

You just a snitch

Don’t give a fuck about no friend

I want them millions

Fuck all these folks

When I was broke they wouldn’t give shit

Aye fuck a hand out

Bitch my bankroll stand out

I became a man now

I peep too many things

Too intense for me to engage

Telling me how you hit a stain

And you ain’t the same nah

U in a gang?

u in a gang huh?

You and the gang, you and the gang huh?

Who with the gang?

who with the gang bruh?

Who wit the gang?

who with the gang bruh?

U in a gang?

U in a gang huh?

U in a gang?

U in a gang huh?

U in a gang

U in a gang huh?

Paranoid

Annoyed with every voice

I’m knocking on Heaven’s doors

I’m knocking on Heaven’s doors

Please let me die of old age in my sleep

Not cold laid in the street

I don’t play with em

Hang with adult babies with heat

And colgate

Squeeze and it blow straight in ya teeth

It’s road rage in the street

Ain’t no caging the beast

Don’t know if anything matters

It’s all energy matter and particles

Spinning apart rippling rapid

My heart was broken into parts

With no bandage when I caught on

Tell me yo side with no cappin' cause…

I peep too many things

Too intense for me to engage

Telling me how you hit a stain

And you ain’t the same nah

U in a gang?

u in a gang huh?

You and the gang, you and the gang huh?

Who with the gang?

who with the gang bruh?

Who wit the gang?

who with the gang bruh?

U in a gang?

U in a gang huh?

U in a gang?

U in a gang huh?

U in a gang

U in a gang huh?

Paranoid

Annoyed with every voice

I’m knocking on Heaven’s doors

I’m knocking on Heaven’s door

Big business

We got Percocet, drugged

We gettin them pills in

In the Dec' with the Judge

My niggas kill shit

If you pull it better buss

Bitch i ain flinching

You on some wig shit

Part II: «Exxon»

Scraping the demon off of my back, I need him off me

These niggas need to stop for a snack, they need a Glock in my lap

I like the feeling, I don’t even offer it back

(Aye, which one of y’all nigga got my shit bruh, gimme my shit back)

Oh you planned it out, you see how it’s panning out

My confidence in you dumping if someone start acting out

It’s bringing my panic down

I wore your hand me downs, when they was your hand me downs

I don’t even like 'em but I know rockin' 'em make you proud

My Saturdays got sadder the day that they sat you down

The day that they let you out… I knew you had changed

Knew you was dueling with rage

It’s only so many things niggas can do with the pain

(Bruh)

Shoulder to shoulder with real soldiers, drinking from pill sodas

If your eyes still open, then I know they peeled open

I’m ready to steal wit ya if that bitch still open

I know you gon' pull it if that bitch real focused

I’m setting mics up, so we can be piped up in the end

My life come from this pen

You tell me stories of niggas getting sliced up in the pen

I’m not sleeping again, you not going back in, on me…