On that Gang Shit

I didn't blow 'till i started talking a gang of shit, tell me who you prefer

 

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

 

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

 

Blood gang aint no new thang, i aint new to dis shit

 

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

 

I come to find out niggas on rappad takin my shit like dont do that make your

 

Making critics pop a sadam on this shit

 

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

 

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

 

Gliding through the skies as the slow minds wander

 

And i ain't talkin clumsy, lsd on that shit

 

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

 

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

 

And i just shit all on you i call that dropping logs.

 

Shit i still remember we'd be smoking with this song on

 

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won