Uh
Look, uh
Look
Dawg, uh
They say you thugged out, gangsta gangsta
Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous
Dranked and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?
Banged up, banger (look at this)
Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (uh, look)
I feel the anger, all way down to my ankles (yeah)
Tryna keep ahead, so yeah, I keep one in the chamber (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Puttin' shit to bed, we all blessed, fed, and thankful (yeah)
Puttin' shit to bed, he bled, tears shed, painful
It's goin' to my head, don't let that picture that they paint you in
Reflection turn deception in your brain (yeah)
You want respect? Then give the same (uh)
Dealin' with some real shit, they fakin' beef, we creatin' (yeah)
Call it competition, feel more like it's class participation
Get the gloves out, banged up, banger
It ain't no love down south, memories painful
My patna got the plug down South, Cartagena
Flew to Colombia, work muchos buenos
Shawty, you too thugged out (gangsta gangsta)
Nah, fuck it, they say you too tough
Exterior black, ugly, and rough (yeah)
Inferior to shirt and ties, a suit with the tux (uh)
Temperature, fuck it, he sick and tired, he turn shit up (turn shit up)
Bad wires, but not a bad guy
You know how Black lives (don't) matter
We see the data and the pattern apply
Don't feel pity, throw a party, nigga, pass me the mic
I be thinkin' maybe Martin was wrong, Malcolm was right
Fuck it, we thugged out, gangsta gangsta (gangsta)
Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous
Dranked and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?
Banged up, banger, tell them bitches stop playin' with us
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta
Uh, look, yeah
I left the flame, they hit the gang but had to park on the deck
Took everything from out the whip beside the change and the stick
It's hella dark, you can't see shit behind this ten percent tint
I should get five percent tint, I'd be in all kinds of mischief
Probably when I'm ridin' through the city
Cops think I'm ridin' 'round and gettin' it like I'm Tity
Tryna get money 'cause the economy is shitty
Mind your business, write up the ticket while I'm rollin' up the window
Saints and Falcons, rivalry weekend and this time, we gotta win it
You know I'm all about the Benji's
Back then took MARTA out to Kensington
Got my Jordans at the flea market, just got started reminiscin'
'Bout all them cards we tried to crack
Smash it, them doors we used to kick
Jack shit, we was sleepin' on the floors (gangsta)
Way more important to the script
In another series of events, lot of shit, it be very unfortunate
Like I mentioned, we had a game finna go, and I'm feelin' a sudden suspense
I get in my car, see some glass by the door
And I'm like, "Why the fuck is this?"
I knew what it was, the stadium right in the hood, my window was busted
Now I feel all the blood, it's rushin'
Take a second, a minute, adjustment
Had a couple things, but if they ain't found my banger
They ain't really found nothin' (come on, bruh)
Man, goddamn, them lil' niggas took everything
From the spare tires to the spare change
The insurance papers and some blunt spray
What the fuck would they want with that anyway?
But we in Atlanta, you could see the channels
Man, that shit gon' happen every, any day
Might not see bandanas, but he squeeze the hammer
Like he John Henry tryna beat the train
Havin' fun with it, bunch of young niggas tryna feel numb to the pain
I ain't trippin' 'cause I know who responsible
It's them motherfuckers that be claimin'
That we too thugged out, gangsta gangsta (gangsta)
Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous
Dranked and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?
Banged up, banger, tell them bitches stop playin' with us
Uh, fuck
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta