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cj – gangsta كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(the collective)

[chorus]
real street n_gga, 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, n_ggas know i never fold
i’m gangsta, try me, you get shot
middle finger to the f_ckin’ opps
n_ggas know that i’m gangsta
ask about me ’round the block
n_ggas know i’m solid as a rock (yeah)
[verse 1]
started off trappin’, now a n_gga rappin’
i was, gripping automatics, so much sh_t 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
chеckin’ temperatures, ‘causе n_gga, 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’ motherf_ckers up, you’re tired of n_ggas 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)

[chorus]
real street n_gga, 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, n_ggas know i never fold
i’m gangsta, try me, you get shot
middle finger to the f_ckin’ opps
n_ggas know that i’m gangsta
ask about me ’round the block
n_ggas know i’m solid as a rock
[verse 2]
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 n_gga try to run up, then he get turned to a spliff, like
you could really get backed down
my n_ggas 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 sh_t turned to apologies
b_tches lookin’ at me like a n_gga hit the lottery
my mama said she proud of me, we can’t go back to poverty
and i just had a son, so n_gga, this is how it got to be (how it’s gotta be)

[outro]
try me, you get shot
middle finger to the f_ckin’ opps
n_ggas know that i’m gangsta
ask about me ’round the block
n_ggas know i’m solid as a rock (yeah)

- cj

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