[Hook]
Tanktop, big rocks, big Glocks
I'm a get rich or die trying t make it to the top
n***a, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta
Life stories, real sh**, real facts
Real n***as, real b**hes, feel that
n***a, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta
[Verse]
I spit this sh** from the bottom of my stomach
So try some I knock the bottom out ya stomach
It ain't nothing, momma like, "Ooh my baby boy thugging"
In love with guns and he can't stop clubbing, never could tell him nothing
f** with real G's with big nuts who flip keys on highways
Player-made n***as, man, who flip hoes off MySpace
Luxury in driveways, let your roof back, n***a
That half of pill ain't doing the job, then throw your two back, n***a
My time to shine, n***as playing, but I'm bout my business
Last to drop, but off the top, the whole world know I'm the sickest
Red Monkey's to Dickies, n***a got every color
From [?] to 28, n***as got many hustles
My brothers, they Trill Fam, love me because I'm loyal
Dude keep his sh** strapped, because my watch will get me kidnapped
From my block to yo trap, iggas heads get bust
Feds get dust, my trill n***as out here ready to bust
It's gangsta
[Hook]
Tanktop, big rocks, big Glocks
I'm a get rich or die trying t make it to the top
n***a, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta
Life stories, real sh**, real facts
Real n***as, real b**hes, feel that
n***a, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta
I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta