Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
gangsta, gangsta
The Free Nationals
You know, my daddy was a gangsta
And father before him was a damn thug
I’ma learn to escape up out these handcuffs
I ain’t going to court to see no damn judge
Cocked a four-fifth, blow knobs off the hinge
My security guard big, but inside a punk bitch
Ass nigga you’s a trick, nigga you’s a wankster, wankster
And my pop was a gangsta
Fuck that ho when I need sex, give me throat when I need neck
Love her more when I’m erect, I reply when I see text
I forgot her, God be vexed, say no more, my guy, say less
Copy, copy, I’ll be back with a TEC and stocking cap
So turn on your thinking cap before I push your shit way back
I’m the nigga, copy facts, they mad as hell where I be at, hold up
Most of my memories fade, like all my enemies’ names
Like the Lion King, I’m in a way, I’m just here to reclaim
Sipped on my Hennessy drink, sipped on my Henny
Go on my memory bank ’til it’s empty
On the G-side of things, on the street side of things
Would a word bad mean eighteen kind of things? (Yeah)
And these niggas is serving life eighteen kind of ways
And that was way before the eighteenth, by the way

A$AP Rocky Ft Anderson .Paak – Gangsta

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Yeah, I roll to my perfection and I smoke with no detection
Baddest hoes in my direction, ain’t no ho in my reflection
I get chicks with my complexion, I’m a pimp, I know you guessed it
Can’t be bitchin’, can’t be questioned, I got gold in my complexion
Pearls and stone in my new necklace, I got hoes for my erection
I got votes for my election, I got hope for all my brethren, hold up
You know, my daddy was a gangsta
And father before him was a damn thug
I’ma learn to escape up out these handcuffs
I ain’t going to court to see no damn judge
Gangsta, gang-gang-gangsta
Gang-Gang-Gang-Gangsta
Gangsta, gang-gang-gang-gang-gangsta
Gangsta, my pop was a gangsta
Fuck that ho when I need sex, give me throat when I need neck
Love her more when I’m erect, I reply when I see text
I forgot her, God be vexed, say no more, my guy, say less
Copy, copy, I’ll be back with a TEC and stocking cap
So turn on your thinking cap before I push your shit way back
I’m the nigga, copy facts, they mad as hell where I be at, hold up