Gang'Nen

Ab-Soul

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    L my naysayers are eating crow
    Cause we reaping every single thing that we can sow
    Needle and thread in my head, I'm a string theorist
    Everything is connected and we the seamstresses
    Doo-rag wrapped up tryna train my waves
    Auntie gave me a bowl cut, but I was catching fades
    I went 15 like 15 times
    Got away with 19 crimes
    I'm sipping this wine, yea
    Writing raps in the trap I was locked in
    The drank made me slow, but my mind was on mach-10 (God)
    Elbows of vegetable for the LO (gas)
    I had the runny nose, but I ain't have a cold
    If you know, you know
    Really though
    The homie hit me told me hide the blicky bro
    This niggas always into some wild shit
    One time he bought the KelTec
    I had to tell him all we shootin' is videos
    Ain't have the eyesight for the gunfights
    But gotta couple crodies I would go to war for (gang)
    Shooters you won't find on NBA highlights
    I know where the bodies buried, I won't tell a Soul
    Soul

    Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang nem
    Look the judge in the eye and lie for gang nem
    Since a youngin' I been on some ride or die shit
    I got secrets I'ma die with
    Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang nem
    I ain't never cutting ties with the gang nem
    Since a youngin' I been on that ride or die shit
    I got secrets I'ma die with

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    Dead homies tattoo'd on my skin
    Stash tools in the Benz
    Flag blue like the Wind
    Blame the lean shorty for this bad mood that I'm in
    She say she love me, so I made her smash two of my friends
    You know I ride for my niggas middle finger to the opposition
    Been the man all my life cause see my pops in prison
    Not to mention I came up getting chose by lots of women
    Cause every time they sold their bodies know I got commission
    Toxic nigga
    Might just tat the skull and bones
    CIP Doe Burger
    Can't believe that my lil brother's gone
    Missed my flight that morning
    Got his text, but I missed bruh call
    If I was there, I woulda caught a body like a trust fall
    Or been somewhere in surgery
    Pistol close as Glen, can't let em murder me
    If I go to jail and do a bid, it was for perjury
    Certainly, I swear you'll never hear that dude told
    Cross my heart and take it to the tombstone
    (Fresh)

    Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang nem
    Look the judge in the eye and lie for gang nem
    Since a youngin I been on some ride or die shit
    I got secrets I'ma die with
    Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang nem
    I ain't never cutting ties with the gan n em
    Since a youngin I been on that ride or die shit
    I got secrets I'ma die with

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    Composición: Herbert Anthony Stevens IV y Fre$h

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