Metane - American Gangster

Bag is filled
With the money and I'm walkin my Compton feel
Yea
From Bronx to the ville it is real I say
From where
From the top to the field can't be killed I say What a blessed life
Run it run it run it back
My bag is filled
With the money and I'm walkin my Compton feel
Yea
From Bronx to the ville it is real I say
From where
From the top to the field can't be killed I say what a blessed life
What a blessed life
Got me zonin to some pac while I'm rolling up a Stock of the hottest wit My G
Bout to hit the block get it poppin wit my niggas
Shoppin and they told me they hoppin wit 5 keys
Bout to hit the block gets some profit wit my niggas
Livin in a nation where races just cant get they Way with the trump
Live day to day in the funk
Thats why I stay wit the pump
If you facing it wrong
That gets your face in a trunk
Damn it what a mess ugh
My plans I can't confess ugh
6 grand was for the vest ugh
Then transit all the rest ugh
But change don't keep in check ugh ugh
The pay don't keep a trail ugh ugh
I think I need a rest ugh
But the graves for when I failed ugh
Like like don't call if no green in it
You can ask the ones that fall cuz I mean Business
Even if I'm not around I know some mean Niggas
Who'll tear up a fuckin town and never leave Witness
Mean bitches who flawless with class
And they all come with thongs and a mask
And maybe a coffin at that
And they'll leave you coughin in fact
And leave you where povertys at
Bag is filled
With the money and I'm walkin my compton feel
Yea
From bronx to the ville it is real I say
From where
From the top to the field can't be killed I say What a blessed life
Run it run it run it back
My bag is filled
With the money and I'm walkin my compton feel
Yea
From bronx to the ville it is real I say
From where
From the top to the field can't be killed I say what a blessed life
What a blessed life
Wake up light one
Got my girl on the side her bestfriend on the right
What a night it was time to get fly as fuck
Head To my momma crib and its lookin like noon
You know that she cookin the food
Still datin that loser you know what to do wit That fool
Or you know what I'll do wit that tool
Love you momma
You know I can't stay too long
I don't fuck wit some of these dudes on the Block
Who following rules wit the cops
Think we cool I think not
That's how the foolish get shot
Ain't got time for that ugh
One still inside my back ugh
But if I ever catch maggot when I'm moving Through traffic
All you'll hear is the clap of the cannon that Ratatat ta tat tat
Move a long people there aint nothing else to See
You may lose and you may weep
But it aint news in bout a week
Phone lighting up bright I'm like who dis
Sis crying don't try nothing stupid
It got silent and quiet
Bro hit wit 5 and he died
Well I guess I'm riding tonight
Bag is filled
With the money and I'm walkin my compton feel
Yea
From bronx to the ville it is real I say
From where
From the top to the field can't be killed I say What a blessed life
Run it run it run it back
My bag is filled
With the money and I'm walkin my compton feel
Yea
From bronx to the ville it is real I say
From where
From the top to the field can't be killed I say what a blessed life
What a blessed life

Written by:
Ryan Watson

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