Gangster cry
• Written by Lilcj18
Got 50 k on my head they want me dead
My bothra ridding with the oops
Can’t even be out in public with out my glock
Raised from the street
Pray the lord that I got this case beat
War with every body they don’t care who get shoot
No Iam not a fucking driver but I’ll wet up your block
12 killed my bother so I stay with my glock
Niggas hating they shoot you if your winning
Can’t even show my face in public
Time getting harder my money getting longer
We real g never changes my ways
Still in traffic with my 30
Never meant to make your daughter to cry
When I shot up that house
I guess that the gangster in me
You told me God was the answer
But he left me sitting in that cell
Got 50 k on my head they want me dead
My bothra ridding with the oops
Can’t even be out in public with out my glock
Got 50 on my head that got me winning
Wanted to see my bother one last time
But I can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead
We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check
It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face
We real g never changes my ways
Still in traffic with my 30
Never meant to make your daughter to cry
When I shot up that house
I guess that the gangster in me
You told me God was the answer
But he left me sitting in that cell
