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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Tidy Bush. That's M1. For real. Now he's already like packed off forever. It's in the building. About nothing else. It's time. Strictly from the streets, you know me. Yeah. Uh. I do this strictly for the streets. You can't relate to this shit, then you can Get me off your screen. I repeat, I do This strictly for the streets. You can't relate to this shit, then you can Get me off your screen. 'Cause you won't hear Nothing but this gangsta shit. I brought it all the way back, and this The thanks I get. I'm from the era where The trains and the banks get licked. Barrel spin like a wheel that them hamsters in. Niggas know how I handle things. I'm on point. Bad bitch in the crib and She gotta be young joints. If you go against me, you're making the wrong Choice. 'Cause in my side of town, you know I got a strong voice. Yeah. And what I say hold a lot of Weight. You know I help my hood down in A lot of ways. You from the hood, I'm From the hood. But we're not the same. I'm a real Gethnam, baby, I am not to Blame. For my cold ways. That hot lead make a cold case. Start on me and get choked with your own Chain. Kick the door in and take off the Whole frame. Like I'm here, motherfucker, Yeah. Yeah. It feel good to be a gangsta. It feel good to hit the road and count Cash money. Yeah. It feel good to be a real one. It feel good to know that niggas can't chat For me. Uh, it feel good to be a Gangsta. It feel good to hit the road with That rap for me. Uh, it feel good to Be plugged in. And if I go broke, My bruddas got a pack for me. Uh, it feel good to be a gangsta. Yeah. It feel good to get that trap money. Don't be silly, little boy, you can't chat for Me. I watch niggas turn their backs on me. Turn rat on me. Why you think I got That wap on me? Yeah, that paranoia. Tell time, go and grab the saw, yeah. Because that lifestyle I live, you gotta have a Lawyer. Because them plates on my neck back. They killed my bredda, but I don't even sweat That. Because I'm really 'bout that get back. Please believe we gon' get that and pick up Where we left at. And soon start running the Shit. I put all my sweat, all my blood In this shit. Gang bang like the Blood and The Crips. Won't stop 'til I'm covered in drip. Couple of yards and couple of whips. Pick the phone up and summon a it. And that's a rap nigga. And I ain't nothing like these rap niggas. Wack niggas. Throw them in the trash, niggas. I chase the bag, not bag bitches, but I Still bag bitches. Ain't no business like gang business. Yeah. It feel good to be a gangsta. It feel good to hit the road and count Cash money. Yeah. It feel good to be a real one. It feel good to know that niggas can't chat For me. Uh, it feel good to be a Gangsta. It feel good to hit the road with That rap for me. Uh, it feel good to Be plugged in. And if I go broke, My bruddas got a pack for me.