Intro

(Gangsta)

Still stands,

(Gangsta)
(Gangsta)

Get defeated by the underhand

You’sa

(Gangsta)

You’sa what?

(Gangsta)

Naw man,

(Gangsta)

You might stand though

(Gangsta)

But you ain’t shit

(Gangsta)

Cuz I can see right through you


Verse 1

Some say I’m bitter, fucked up, it's all up in my head,
I rather be honest, cause u about to drop dead,
U a fake, a phoney, u ain't bringing in bread,
U mistake, the homie, dare to try me, I drop led,

See I don’t follow the stream, I take my own direction,
I am that guy, I make my own way in sections,
U probably stop and see it as a lesson,
It aint a lesson muthafucka, it’s a warning, stop flexin',

I ain't got shit to prove, my things speaks for themselves
Nearly 10 years in the game, and (I don’t need that belt)
Always been the underdog, don’t like the the topwelth,
Cause every time u smile, its all fake, it ain't yo real health, (Naah!)

Shit's funny, the way it makes me puke,
U got what u deserve, i'm undressin' u all nude,
"I'm a hardcore battle rapper, i'll ripp u off too"
Go sing that lala joint, and don't bother me duke,


Chorus

(Gangsta) They be sayin' u's a gangsta,
(Gangsta) U know that I' would shank ya,
(Gangsta) They really think that u a gangsta,
(Gangsta) U ain't really that gangsta,

(Gangsta) They be sayin' u's a gangsta,
(Gangsta) U know that I' would shank ya,
(Gangsta) U ain't really that gangsta,
(Gangsta) No, u ain't really that gangsta,


Verse 2

U see I just love fuckin' with you, because u know that I’m right,
Even your fans love what I’m sayin', now ain't that tight,
Your girl callin me' like, please o' blow out his light,
Difuse the plastic spark & kill the style with a proper rhyme, strike !

They all know, that when I get down, oouhh he' gets down,
I drop some knowledge on you're ass, with insanity from a clown,
U's a Clooown, that’s exactly what u are,
I know u sneak peakin' on me, to see if I became a star,

U know that I mash shit, which stands in my way,
U about be next up, I ain't callin out late,
U knew that this was coming, u could see it kind'a straight,
Now even if u cockeyed, put yo glasses on, it's a debate,

Ouuh he goin' haard at it, well u see I got's to,
These rappers today, ain't nuthin but some pop tunes,
Dressed in Louis Vuitton, actin' like they got a clue,
About what the fuck to say, actin' hard in front of the camera, ooouuh

Chorus

(Gangsta) They be sayin' u's a gangsta,
(Gangsta) U know that I' would shank ya,
(Gangsta) They really think that u a gangsta,
(Gangsta) U ain't really that gangsta,

(Gangsta) They be sayin' u's a gangsta,
(Gangsta) U know that I' would shank ya,
(Gangsta) U ain't really that gangsta,
(Gangsta) No, u ain't really that gangsta,


Verse 3

It ain't a rehab for nuthin', I really suffer auto tune,
U's a robot in digital, gettin' told what to do,
I break norms, crack blocks, my shit is in the hood,
Try to prove me wrong, I wish a muthafucka would,

See to this point, I really do hate music,
Commercial, u aint shit even though u produced it,
Lost touch of realness, they still say it's exclusive,
(A fuckin' no-name comes in, and actin' like he moves it)

Fuck all the hosts on the radio, - (radio?)
A bitch gone decide what’s spinnin' on the daily show,
She suck dick for big names, - ("it's okey u can get me on,
U see I really don’t care, I’m still so hated though",)

They confront reality, like it ain't happenin' a bit,
U's a sell out muthafucca, take a last lick,
Of what do u hear, I do want it to be a hit,
See the balls, would u mind suckin' em' while I shit?,... (Would u?)

Chorus

(Gangsta) They be sayin' u's a gangsta,
(Gangsta) U know that I' would shank ya,
(Gangsta) They really think that u a gangsta,
(Gangsta) U ain't really that gangsta,

(Gangsta) They be sayin' u's a gangsta,
(Gangsta) U know that I' would shank ya,
(Gangsta) U ain't really that gangsta,
(Gangsta) No, u ain't really that gangsta,


Outro

Fuck my bambaclatt boy