Gangtalk E

Yeah, 1900. Look. Know this shit be, nigga. Yeah, I'm in the Bay Area. My Bay niggas, North Richmond. Look, look. I don't want no girlfriend, I be tryna sin these hoes. Fuckin' up my vibe, askin' questions where I'm tryna Go. I was in the cell with Baby Skull When he took fifty-four. CCB court when bro died, I just can't let him go. Me and TS Bumpin' heads, we don't see eye to eye. But I love that nigga though, walkin' down that 25. My bitch drippin', behind me, She ain't tryna die. Bitch, shut up, you jumped In my car, that mean you down to ride. Let these bitches go, I let 'em know that They got options. Thirty on my wrist, before this Rap, I been poppin'. Got two white bitches flyin' in, they out of Stockton. My North Richmond niggas in this bitch, They came mobbin'. Lost too many niggas off of Nothin', this life planned out. Tryna make my plans out. Bitch niggas talkin' crazy like I won't spazz out. Trouble got life for a nigga charged with the Same count. Oh, you ain't the same now? I just wanna get this million plus and maybe Head out. Feelin' got me dead now, choppers make 'em red now. My bitch doin' Shakira 'cause she Seein' all this bread now. Let a nigga play with my name, hittin' his Head down. Tryna be the best that ever did How could you blame me? Seein' niggas sit up on that yard, that shit Be drainin'. Smokin' back to back, it got me Slidin' in this Benz. Thinkin' where I came from, this shit ain't really It. I done seen the toughest niggas fold, It ain't no laundry day. Different type of nigga, they can see I'm on That time today. Name a time I ever played. 'Member when I upped that Draco and they have Much to say. We could pull some resumes. .40 next to me like a dog out the Cage. When I lost Gucci Blue, said these pills Ain't the same. So I pour deuce got my Mind in them days. Count the court tank, 'member We was runnin' all on fades. Just can't let him go, Baby Black gon' remain The same. 'Member when Trouble, he took the case And took the blame. That's why I tell my young niggas, "Just turn Up, get a bag." You could die or go To jail, you can't ball without a bag. Lost too many niggas off of nothin', this life Planned out. Tryna make my plans out. Bitch niggas talkin' crazy like I won't spazz out. Trouble got life for a nigga charged with the Same count. Oh, you ain't the same now? I just wanna get this million plus and maybe Head out. Feelin' got me dead now, choppers make 'em red now. My bitch doin' Shakira 'cause she Seein' all this bread now. Let a nigga play with my name, hittin' his Head down