D.I.Y. Gangsta (T.R.E.A.M.) lyrics

If you ride bikes in Baltimore then you a soulja'
If you run a distro, then you a hustla'
Five bucks at a time
Reaching for that paper
sh*t son, now that's gangsta

I got a fat chain it goes around my bike
The cops are hasslin' me
But not too much cause I'm white
And I don't call women b*tches
Now that's not very nice
Seriously guys, that's just really not that nice

Trash rules everything around me
T.R.E.A.M cause I'm hungry
Gotta, gotta eat y'all
[4xs]