Gang Related - Logic

Yeah, Uh

Yeah, livin' life like this

Gotta paint a picture when I write like this

Tales from my hood, not a sight like this

Where they up to no good on a night like this

And they murder motherfuckers just 'cause

Type of shit I see, you probably wonder where I was

I was in the crib, just sitting on the rug

Basedheads coming through looking for the plug

Now, born and raised in my area

Beautiful by day, by night it’s hysteria

Fuck around and bury ya tonight

Ridin' with my homies on sight

Momma tell me to come in at night

Now I really gotta go, but they never know

Living life to the fullest, I gotta blow

Po-po finna bust in the door, we got blow in the crib

In the kitchen over there next to the baby with the bib

God damn, what it feel like, middle of the night

Waking up, scared for my life

Never had the heat, just a knife

When the gat go blat like that

Guarantee you it’s a wrap

Finna put you on your back like that

Just breathe, while their mama grieve

Bullet to the dome like an Aleve

Gotta leave for the premises, to murder my nemesis

No, no, uh, uh, just stop, stop, stop

'Fore they even call the cops

Do it for the money and the bitches

And the drugs and the props

Tell me why another body even gotta drop

Get shot off top for some shit that was gang related

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Living life like this

Hope little Bobby never fight like this

Stab a motherfucker with a knife like this

All about the money on a night like this

Run up in the crib, put a bullet in your rib

Got a lot to give, but I never had the chance

Never had the chance, yeah

Stay strapped, but I hate it when I take it out

If you want it I’ma lay it out

Hope my little brother make it out

Every night what I pray about what I pray about

Check it, uh yeah, got a son on the way

But I cling to the streets even though I wanna run away

I imagine a better life

Where I never had a debt in life

Hit you with the in the dead of night

Selling crack to my own pops

Pushing this weight on my own block

If I sell a brick I can buy a house

If they find the key they might lock me up

But I take the chance

'Cause I need that shit and don’t give a fuck

Take the chance, 'cause I need that shit and don’t give a fuck

Get down or lay down

Hit ya with the Beretta, you better stay down

Stray shots on the playground

Living how I’m living with the life that I’m given

Anybody that’s riding with me, I’m riding with 'em

Show me the enemy, and I’ma hit 'em

The second I bit 'em, I get 'em

And hit 'em with the venom

Ain’t no need to pretend I’ma never do it

I knew it, already been through it

I do it for the street, for the fam, for the life

Anybody that’s gang related