Gang Nem

Only thirteen first death I seen. Smoked my O.G. Poked for his cream/
Nigga don't care what you mean. Gone off that promethazine. Low-key I fiend/
Cold heart is hard like baleen. Lost many homies umpteen. Broad day unseen/
I only worship that green. Hit a big lick on Racine. Got away clean//

Saw the big homies with bands. - Pushin' the foreigns. Jewels on they hands/
Bussin' them thots. And callin' them shots. Gettin' respect. Connecting the dots/
Had the fake Jordans ersatz. Cut off our light kilowatts. How can I get me some knots/
Got me a Glock but it's hot. Clout on my name. Lick up some shots//

(chorus)
I'm wit the gang-nem. Niggas who juggin. Jumped off the porch and light you like torch/
Don't front on gang-nem. Kick in yo do. Dickin' yo ho. Sick wit the flow/
Die for my gang-nem. Ain't got no daddy. Cold streets they raised me. Crime life I'm savy/
Trappin' wit gang-nem. We do the most. Want all the smoke. Pop out you ghost//

Teenage assassin. Walk up and mash 'em. Now I got loot. Designer fashion/
Dropped outta school. Get chips and cash in. Wet up a nigga. We out here splashin'/
Fifteen I'm ranking. Leave niggas stankin'. Bankin'. Franklins. But wasn't thankin.
Opps we be spankin'. Laid flat like plankin'. Slidiin' and gankin. Ambush and flankin//

Niggas was tellin' and trickin'. Police. Up on surveillance. Hot on these streets/
High off that molly, Grindin' my teeth. We 'bout that folly. Give you the grief/
Passed out with work and some hoez at the mote. Had fifty racks in my Louis V tote/
Bro-nem plottin set me up to get poked. Smile in yo face and you think they yo folk//

Gang-nem don't love you it pop off they run. He had it on him but died wit a gun/
No time to up it these niggas is puppets. Once was true love but that envy corrupted/
Pay thots to set up. Man down Joe get up. Pick up you man. Niggas ain't playin'/
Head on a swivel cause gang-nem uncivil. Cloutin' on youtube caught in the middle//

He tried to change from shootin out brains. Street legend stanking. Putrid remains/
Shoot up his funeral. Dead by the numeral. Shot in the genital. He ain't no general/
Thought gang-nem loved me. Dark cloud above me. Karma's a bitch. Died filthy rich/
Killin' on camera. Can't out run fate. Joe got caught lackin'. Killed outta state//

(chorus)
I'm wit the gang-nem. Niggas who juggin. Jumped off the porch and light you like torch/
Don't front on gang-nem. Kick in yo do. Dickin' yo ho. Sick wit the flow/
Die for my gang-nem. Ain't got no daddy. Cold streets they raised me. Crime life I'm savy/
Trappin' wit gang-nem. We do the most. Want all the smoke. Pop out you ghost//