| Yeah, Uh
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| Yeah, livin' life like this
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| Gotta paint a picture when I write like this
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| Tales from my hood, not a sight like this
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| Where they up to no good on a night like this
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| And they murder motherfuckers just 'cause
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| Type of shit I see, you probably wonder where I was
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| I was in the crib, just sitting on the rug
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| Basedheads coming through looking for the plug
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| Now, born and raised in my area
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| Beautiful by day, by night it’s hysteria
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| Fuck around and bury ya tonight
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| Ridin' with my homies on sight
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| Momma tell me to come in at night
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| Now I really gotta go, but they never know
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| Living life to the fullest, I gotta blow
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| Po-po finna bust in the door, we got blow in the crib
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| In the kitchen over there next to the baby with the bib
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| God damn, what it feel like, middle of the night
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| Waking up, scared for my life
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| Never had the heat, just a knife
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| When the gat go blat like that
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| Guarantee you it’s a wrap
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| Finna put you on your back like that
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| Just breathe, while their mama grieve
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| Bullet to the dome like an Aleve
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| Gotta leave for the premises, to murder my nemesis
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| No, no, uh, uh, just stop, stop, stop
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| 'Fore they even call the cops
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| Do it for the money and the bitches
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| And the drugs and the props
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| Tell me why another body even gotta drop
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| Get shot off top for some shit that was gang related
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| Living life like this
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| Hope little Bobby never fight like this
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| Stab a motherfucker with a knife like this
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| All about the money on a night like this
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| Run up in the crib, put a bullet in your rib
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| Got a lot to give, but I never had the chance
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| Never had the chance, yeah
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| Stay strapped, but I hate it when I take it out
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| If you want it I’ma lay it out
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| Hope my little brother make it out
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| Every night what I pray about what I pray about
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| Check it, uh yeah, got a son on the way
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| But I cling to the streets even though I wanna run away
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| I imagine a better life
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| Where I never had a debt in life
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| Hit you with the in the dead of night
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| Selling crack to my own pops
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| Pushing this weight on my own block
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| If I sell a brick I can buy a house
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| If they find the key they might lock me up
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| But I take the chance
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| 'Cause I need that shit and don’t give a fuck
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| Take the chance, 'cause I need that shit and don’t give a fuck
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| Get down or lay down
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| Hit ya with the Beretta, you better stay down
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| Stray shots on the playground
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| Living how I’m living with the life that I’m given
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| Anybody that’s riding with me, I’m riding with 'em
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| Show me the enemy, and I’ma hit 'em
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| The second I bit 'em, I get 'em
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| And hit 'em with the venom
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| Ain’t no need to pretend I’ma never do it
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| I knew it, already been through it
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| I do it for the street, for the fam, for the life
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| Anybody that’s gang related |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gang Related , by - Logic. Song from the album Under Pressure, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп