Jizzle - All the Way Gangsta

The streets know that my life real
Huh
The streets know that my life real
Huh
The streets know that my life real
Money out the street, pay my rent and my light bill
I told you so, fuck that, I had to show you so
Real recognize real nigga, that's how I posed to go
I poured so much game in your cup, it's about to overflow
I see you kinda slow, you try to hide it, but you know it though
I'm a hustler, yeah you know, I serve the customers
You know I know her pussy good, but why you fall in love with her
You niggas soft as hell, broke as hell, don't got no paper
I could shine a little harder and turned your ass into a hater
I'm good at peeping jealousy, that's my second nature
Right now I'm dream chasing, I'll fall in love later
I'm reading all the signs, she probably want me to date her
I know she got a nigga, if I want her, I'ma take her
28 to 56, 56 to 112
Turn that to 224, now where my fucking scale
Half a pound, whole pound, break that down, it's going down
Mooch said you getting more money too, it's showing now
You ever move work from one state to another
Your girl treat you bad cause you a motherfucking sucker
Just bought one pair, but I'm about to buy another
My old head said you one bad, motherfucker
My daddy flip packs while my mama counting stacks
The streets in my blood, this ain't no motherfucking act
No seatbelt on, but bitch, I'm still strapped
My hat not to the front, bitch, it's to the back
She said, can you get my hair done? My homegirl finna slay it
You been doing what you supposed to, so I'ma apple pay it
Gangsta shit, hanging clips, we kinda dangerous
I do it for the money, I see you do it for the fame and shit
I left the hood, was living good, and then I graduated
My whole life real, ain't shit bout it fabricated
I'm still living good, I see I got the people fascinated
But when you living good, them people get kinda aggrivating
Bandanas, middle fingers up, posing for camera
In the back of the class, They used to text me for the answers
Then the weekend come, I pop bottles in Atlanta
You tryna get a bema, but I'm tryna get a phantom
Tonight we getting fucked up, that shit was a anthem
Jizzle drop out the blue, man, that nigga kinda random
40 Glocks AKs make you holla Mayday
Every day I wake up, that's a new payday
Zay in the cut, smoking weed like he Day Day
Off a Friday, on a Friday, I hit the highway
I get her to the spot, she ride me like a Kawasaki
I wear the pants, bitch, we gon' do this shit my way
I'm a 2-5 nigga, come down to the country
When niggas start beefing, cause they ain't getting money
I started rapping, now my name all in the mix
I got a message for you clowns, get the fuck up off my dick
You know I run shit, smart nigga on some dumb shit
Get money in abundance, so she in my circumference
She know to suck it back up, just in case I had to come quick
Second round, flip you over, put this dick up in your stomach
Full-time grinder, certified shiner
Who the hell you think taught Poodie and Chynna
And Shamiya and Jeremiah, can't forget KD
My daddy had six kids, older hoes say he crazy
Legacy, can't name a nigga ahead of me
They know my capabilities and that's why they scared of me
These niggas washed up air dry them, they need a hanger
You niggas know what it is, bitch, I'm all the way gangsta
I said I'm all the way gangsta
You know what it is, bitch, I'm all the way gangsta
Yeah, nigga, ran that shit from top to bottom
Nigga, last of a dying breed, nigga, you know what it is
Killin' them every time
Shawan on the fuckin' beat, nigga
Can't be stopped, won't be stopped
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Written by:
Tyrone Leary

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