Gang Related

[Intro] Yeah, uh (Sinatra), yeah [Verse 1] 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 sittin' on the rug Baseheads comin' through, lookin' for the plug, now (Logic) 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 Livin' life to the fullest, I gotta blow Popo finna bust in the door, we got blow in the crib In the kitchen over there next to the baby with the bib Goddamn, what it feel like, middle of the night Wakin' 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 [Break: News Report Sample] Up first at five tonight, breaking news in Gaithersburg, where a massive manhunt is underway after a deadly shooting It's all unfolding in the 400 block of West Deer Park and 355 Our Montgomery County reporter joins us with the latest tonight [Verse 2] Livin' 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 *gunshots* in the dead of night Sellin' crack to my own pops Pushin' this weight on my own block If I sell a brick, I could 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 [Verse 3] Get down and lay down Hit ya with the Beretta, you better stay down Stray shots on the playground Livin' how I'm livin' with the life that I'm given Anybody that's ridin' with me, I'm ridin' 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