Gangstas lyrics

[Verse 1]
God gave me a give so Imma share this present in everyones presence
'Fore I knew bout a weapon watched wrestling and had me flexin'
Confessin' I ain't no angel but far from the likes of Satan
Hate these n*ggas for what? Time is money and I ain't wasting my energy
So vividly shown, physically known
Past b*tches got grown got stashes in different homes
Phone, I'm hearing echos they on me it's time to switch up
Bet you can't bag my b*tch up, loaded up 'fore I lit up
Protection first, yo' hood bad my section worse
Big guns stretch ya shirt, pigs come yes we murk
I'm into mixing chronic let that Sour Diesel bless the purp
Bad influence, Errol got locked but I got arrested first
Sold out venues, Philippe's on the menu
These streets might offend you
We creeping in them rentals
They never notice I'm heavy focused but doped up
Semi holders got plenty soldiers to get you roped up

[Chorus] (x2)
Gangstas don't die they get fat and move to Miami
Who woulda thought that we could go from trappin' to the Grammys
First I flooded my city and I ain't talking Sandy
These n*ggas wanna be down reminded me of Brandy

[Verse 2]
b*tch I'm my own boss these hoes cost
The Green House last night and I think my phone lost
You could see your reflection stare at that chrome Porsche
You ain't getting off no work n*gga your phone off
Takin' your own loss
We spending cheese like a pizza shop
My n*ggas deliver pies without the pizza box
In school I bagged b*tches while the teachers watched
Grew up kinda rude so we never speak to cops
n*gga, regardless of race or gender
In the trap I post like I could replace your center
100 stacks I'm ghost my neck remind you of winter
Hashtag no filter none of my sh*t is censored
Met my connect in '09 think it was August
Them perks got me paranoid really thinking they on us
They know me from them buildings don't know me as no performer
The sour lit, and I'm up early as Tom Joyner n*gga
[Chorus] (x2)
Gangstas don't die they get fat and move to Miami
Who woulda thought that we could go from trappin' to the Grammys
First I flooded my city and I ain't talking Sandy
These n*ggas wanna be down reminded me of Brandy

[Bridge] (x2)
This sh*t is startin' to get ugly
You want it, come take it from me
Couldn't f*ck with them b*tches I wasn't gettin' no money
Diamonds was in my vision, ducking and dodging prison
Getting it how I'm living this hustle is god given

[Chorus] (x2)
Gangstas don't die they get fat and move to Miami
Who woulda thought that we could go from trappin' to the Grammys
First I flooded my city and I ain't talking Sandy
These n*ggas wanna be down reminded me of Brandy