M.c Yin - Oh well

Now everyone's a gangster okay oh well
Bagging up subpar inside a two star hotel
Doing two for three that's if you get it on the wholesale
Coming home stoned I got my bone picked
Them bitches on my dick know I'm reeking of a hoe smell
Wifey throw a fit if there's anything she know well
It's that I never need her leave her crying on my coattail
Saving in my safe the bread I'm making getting so stale
Whipping weight in water why they say I rock the boat well
Phone jumping hit me for a O that was my old hell
Now they hit me for them pounds of gary like that old snail
Need it for the low if I don't know you then it's oh well
Now everyone's a gangster
Okay oh well
Bagging up with stars inside a five star hotel
They got nothing on them in the trenches hide it so well
Cause we learned from pitching how to keep it on the low scale
Niggas getting colder I adapted when the snow fell
Bitches getting colder watch them tap in when they boys fail
They just want to blow L's
Oh well oh shit
I just fucked his new bitch
Oh well oh shit
Spin her cube like rubics
Oh well oh shit
They call me Anubis
Oh well oh shit
Money like I'm Jewish
Oh well oh shit
All my niggas shoot shit
Oh well oh shit
Told him not to do this
Oh well oh shit
He became a food dish
Oh well oh shit
They say I abuse shit
Oh well oh shit
Should have never let me lose it
Oh well oh shit
And I told them roll the carpet we gone leave him in the ocean
Escaping in a starship dipping smoother than some lotion
His mother acting up she getting smothered after potions
His brother want revenge he better never let emotions get the best of him
Shell up like a mexican
Shut up bitch I'm focusing
I don't care you texting him
Cause soon that nigga dead within Seconds of me stepping in
Everyone's a gangsta, fucking pussies like a lesbian
If she got a pussy I could guarantee she let me in
Heard the fiends is shaking sell them poison with they medicine
I be waking baking getting naked with some deadly things
Dimes is by the dozen stacking p's in my aquarium
Niggas shook I'm scaring them banana clips I bury them
They say that they gone bait me but then niggas ain't prepared to sin
Embarrassing them niggas can't compare to yin
Need clariten it's crystal clear the narrative they want to hear is murderous
I feel the fear they hold for us Extensions geared and loaded up
They holding no controlling us we came to buss and blow it up
Now everyone's a gangsta okay oh well
Imma leave a nigga dead beside his homies in a hotel
Claim to be a gangster no more kings inside this whole field
Cooler than the summer turn his block into a snowfield
They gone need a force field no vests no shield
When I play 2K I don't ever choose the tall build
Shooter in a small field imma do a short drill
What they really feel I don't ask and I don't know still
Gorillas is silver behind me and I'm at the gold still
Four pills on top of my dresser I haven't sold still
Oh well!

Written by:
Gilbert Liera

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