True story of a 'gangsta'
 

At the age of 15, he was way too young to hit the block
Even so, the peer pressure made him strap the chrome glock
Smart kid, but he aint show up to school that much
Busy skippin wit the homies, smokin that good stuff
He rolled wit them g's, and he swore he was tough
Thought that black flag and sterlin chain made him look ruff
And everytime he fought he had a look so serious
Had to let them niggas know, he would show no fear in this
Started goin up the ranks, and the power got to his head
Thought it was a game, didnt know bold niggas end up dead
Didnt listen to his mama, and his pops couldnt tell him shit
Said his family didnt respect him, so he stayed wit his click

Hook:
You wanna ride how them gangstas ride?
You wanna pack the heat by yo side?
So you wanna roll wit the g's man?
Its aint a club its life or death fam

He wanted that green fast so he got on the grind
Stacked money like bricks, and wrote ill rhymes in spare time
Said them other niggas couldnt touch him, or even brush him
Ask him about his enemies and he'd say "fuck em"
He was unconcerned with the numerous death threats
Said them cats was too pussy to put holes in his chest
He got tipsy one night and decided to party crash
Swirvin down the highway, car filled wit burnin hash
Destination was on the westide, where them true bloods stay
Didnt give a damn, he was strapped for that southern gunplay
Got to the party, stepped out the car and hollared "b's down!"
Drunk and high out his mind, his vomit splattered on the ground


Hook:
You wanna ride how them gangstas ride?
You wanna pack the heat by yo side?
So you wanna roll wit the g's man?
Its aint a club, its life or death fam

Barily stood on his own as he swagged from side to side
Nobody stepped out so he screamed "only scary bitches hide!"
Bass was thumpin in the house and he saw shadows in the windows
5 niggas came out the crib to bring this conflict to a close
He threw up that 6, and said "fuck bloods bitch!"
Niggas he was up against trigger fingers suffered from chronic itch
They recognized his face took the opportunity to remove him from this place
5 slugs in the stomach and blood poured from his waist
He fell back on the car, head leaned up to the stars
Sobered him up quick as he leaked outta permanent scars
He slowly slumped down to the cold hard concrete
The red gushin out his mouth preventin him to speak
Janked his mama's car now his soul just got stole
Congratulations kid, now you know how true gangstas roll

Hook:
You wanna ride how them gangstas ride?
You wanna pack the heat by yo side?
So you wanna roll wit the g's man?
Its aint a club, its life or death fam


tell me what yall thought about that, and before anyone ask i dont claim shit

im gonna just say 2 words aight (needs work)
get at my open mic rate it aight and yers is about 6.3/10

i thought that shit was coo'...could use a lil more complexity n shit...but who am i...1

^are you talkin about my shit or yer shit? and go post in my thread for my song and im waitin

uppin for more feed

i fort it was good bro, sounds jus like sum1 i know!!

that shit was strait yo, dont listian to exclusive that bitch is like 13