Casey Cuayo - Gang Related lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, livin' life like this Gotta paint a picture when I write like this Tales from my hood, not a sight like this Where they up to no good on a night like this And they murder motherf**ers just cause Type of sh** I see ya probably wonder where I was I was in the crib, just sitting on the rug Basedheads coming through looking for the plug Now, born and raised in my area Beautiful by day, by night its hysteria f** around and bury ya tonight Ridin' with my homies on sight Momma tell me to come in at night Now I really gotta go, but they never know Living life to the fullest, I got to blow Po-po finna bust in the door, we got blow in the crib In the kitchen over there next to the baby with the bib God damn, what it feel like, middle of the night Waking up, scared for my life Never had the heat, just a knife When the gat go blat (GunShots) like that Guarantee you it's a wrap, finna put you on your back Like that Just breathe, while their mama grieve Bullet to the dome like an Aleve Got to leave for the premises, to murder my nemesis No, no, uh, uh Just stop, stop, stop ‘fore they even call the cops Do it for the money and the b**hes and the d** and the props Tell me why another body even got to drop Get shot off top for some sh** that was gang related [News Reporter] "Up first at five tonight, breaking news in Gaithersburg where a ma**ive manhunt is underway after a deadly shooting. It's all unfolding in the 400 block of West Deer Park and 355. Our Montgomery County reporter joins us, with the latest tonight." [Verse 2] Living life like this, hope little Bobby never fight like this Stab a motherf**er with a knife like this All about the money on a night like this Run up in the crib, put a bullet in your rib Got a lot to give but I never had the chance Never had the chance, yeah Stay strapped, but I hate it when I take it out If you want it Imma lay it out Hope my little brother make it out Every night what I pray about What I pray about, check it uh yeah Got a son on the way But I cling to the streets even though I want to run away I imagine a better life Where I never had a debt in life Hit you with the- (Gunshots) -in the dead of night Selling crack to my own pops Pushing this weight on my own block If I sell a brick I can buy a house If they find the key they might lock me up But I take the chance cause I need that sh** and don't give a f** Take the chance cause I need that sh** and don't give a f** [Pause] Get down or lay down Hit you with the Beretta, you better stay down Stray shots on the playground Living how I'm living with the life that I'm given Anybody that's riding with me, I'm riding with them Show me the enemy, and I'ma hit em The second I bit 'em, I get 'em, and hit 'em with the venom Ain't no need to pretend I'ma never do it I knew it, already been through it I do it for the street, for the fam, for the life Anybody that's gang related