Gangstafied Lyrics by Finesse2Tymes ft BG
We live in a life of crime, lies, deceit, disloyalty
Fake niggas *** up the streets with all this poison
Anything pop off, *** recordin’
Broke *** choice it, damn my mama warned me
Damn I should’ve listened, damn I should’ve listened
Three days ago I found out my young *** snitchin’
Takin’ care of my kids, baby mama still bitchin’
Broke niggas trickin’, spinnin’, fallin’ in they feelings
Goin’ head first, purse first, ass last, get the bread first
I’m the boss, I’m the king, I get fed first
You run it up, they lock you up, give you a fed shirt
This how the feds work, we in a lose-lose situation
Gotta face it, go get your money
You gon’ get caught procrastinatin’
You playin’ killers, but gon’ get killed for perpetratin’
I invited one of these niggas, but that’s just too much information
Same game, same niggas, same hitters with me, same choppers
*** the feds, got my pistols with me, do a bid
Never talk, show your paperwork
And before you start beefin’ with a ***, get some paper first
50K on fire arms, million in bond money
Don’t give a *** bout a show, I got the bomb comin’
I’m tryna *** niggas in the stand, make up my bottom hole
You need to *** with some pimps, come hit the lotto hole
I just landed on the private, lil’ jumped in the Maybach
Subliminal, I ain’t rappin’, you don’t like me, niggas say that
They like, he went to the feds and got back out, that *** snitchin’
Man, cause I got out and ran it up, ***, quit bitchin’
Ooh, finesse, what’s up, homie?
You know I felt that *** all in my soul, man
No real niggas do real things, man
These niggas ain’t livin’ like us, love
I went from designer clothes and ***’ hoes
To khaki suits, noodles and rice bowls
From gettin’ dough at rockin’ shows
To pullin’ my *** off pictures of naked hoes
Man, the boy was grove, missed my life on the road
Couldn’t complain to my celly, he had life with no parole
They caught me with a knife, did 30 days in the hole
And on top of that, they sent me to the motherfuckin’ smooth
My kids was steady growin’, hoes steady hoin’
My *** Boosie went home, and my dawg was steady blowin’
My *** Weezy steady torn, but he’s a *** and it’s showin’
I’m still a livin’ legend, don’t act like you didn’t know it
But they had my hand tied, caught up on that chain gang
Just like on the streets, all through the pen, you know my name rang
My rep solid, lame good, people work right, I’m Gucci
I done done it all, you know my life’s a ***’ movie, ***
