Gangster Lyrics - Trunk Muzik Returns - Yelawolf

[Verse 1: Yelawolf] 

There must've been something about my careless upbringing 

That got me into so much trouble at school and shit 

Could've been the drugs at home, maybe I was just a foolish kid 

I soaked up everything that I could from the people that stayed at my house 

Biker gangs, waking up to people that I didn't know crashed out on my couch 

Really didn't know at the time, that I didn't have a normal life 

And when I took that attitude to a new neighborhood I had to learn to fight 

And respect from the kids like me was immediately minority 

I guess it must've been that "I don't give a fuck about none of y'all" shit that sorted me 

Out from the rest of the haves, and the have-nots took me in as kin 

Outcast, poor white trash, and that's where I learned to make my friends 

But I've always been a weirdo to my homie cause I wanted to go be an entertainer 

He was selling rock out his window 

I was the rapper and my best friend was a... 

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[Hook: Yelawolf] 

Gangster, gangster, gangster 

Aye, what we gettin' into tonight? 

Step into the ride, lookin' through the eyes of a motherfuckin' 

Gangster, gangster 

So, am I gonna risk my life, to ride? 

You're motherfuckin' right 

When your best friend is a gangster 

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] 

Danger, we pistol banging, another homicide 

Rollin' in the Chevy, motherfucker, ride or die 

Ridin' in the scraper low, it shake from side to side 

If the paper low, his burner on his side, murder on his mind 

Only 21 and still he strives to stay alive 

Feelin' paranoia, too much pride to stay inside 

Ain't no time to wait around, find the safest place to hide 

Drop a chopper, lay you down, it's the fastest way to God 

Grandmama tell him "Son, you gotta pray to God" 

Gamble with your life and then you gotta pay the price 

Place your bet and roll the die, thank the Lord and pray to Christ 

'Cause you almost spent your life livin' as a young motherfuckin'... 

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[Verse 3: Big Henry] 

Ever look in the eyes of a G? 

Cold, cold world that's what you gon' see 

When the cash slow up, masks go on 

Chevy slow up, that's what it's gon' be 

Game so hot that a nigga might melt 

OG stripes up under my belt 

Do it by myself, I don't need no help 

5-9 Hoover, nigga, hat to the left 

Big Henry, bitch - nobody else 

Ten toes down, march nigga, step! 

If I pop that trunk I'm a pop me a chump 

Leave a nigga slumped with his chin in his chest 

Bang, bang, bang, nigga, real G shit 

Half of these rappers ain't live like this 

On behalf of the streets I live like this 

Nobody really knows why it is like this 

When it comes to a buck, I'm a mathematician 

Go and hit the block like a car collision 

Niggas talkin' money, you ain't starvin', is ya? 

You start to lose weight like they pausing in ya 

So go and idle down, my nigga, pardon a nigga 

Fuck around and I'm a put a part in a nigga 

Fuck around, I'm a pull apart the nigga 

Applaud a nigga, straight from the block 

Lord, my nigga, you know the game don't stop, that's... 

[Hook]