Future - Gangland lyrics

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Future - Gangland lyrics

[Intro:] Future Hendrix Yeah It ain't a secret Straight up [Verse 1:] I'm the one who got the presi' flooded You wear more chanel than anybody? You the type to get ya man indicted I'm the type to pull up in a Spider I'm the type to drive a hummer Put a hunna round clip in a dirty riffle It's dirty when it got a homi on it f** that n***a put a bounty on em I'm the one that put that dirty in the cup Had you sippin' noddin' off n***a You was gettin' fronted runnin' off n***a I made myself to a boss n***a Put a hundred carats in a cross n***a Put a 200 thousand on a cross n***a Could never sleep cause it a cost n***as They can never see my palms sweaty You a never seen the hunger in me I'm sick and tired of being humbled n***a This money put a lot of demons in me Went and tatted all these angels on me f** that n***a put a tracker on em Then we throw a Pat Riley on em These commas coming in These haters coming in The karma coming back from when I was gettin' it in My baby mama tryna sue again Bought my littles wins Christian Louboutins Get my n***a Conversary in the pen Got the federallies on a n***a chin f** the Benz, I'm a whip the Spur f** my Spur & bought my b**h a Ghost I'm full of syrup and I'm seeing ghost I'm pushing Heroin right through NO [Pre-Hook:] Got that boy boy like New Orleans ya hear me? Runnin that pack through Chi Town, Memphis, All up through B More & DC [Hook:] Lil' Mexico turf a gang land Maybe Kane like I'm Soloman Does anybody k** a n***a? Do you have the heart to k** a n***a? 100 thousand for a lawyer, gotta be a Johnnie Cochran. Take the dope off the border, from the water, put it in the water [Verse 2:] Know some Mexicanos down in Georgia (my migos) We on every channel when we pop it Hit em in the head and start braggin' bout it They on 7th street They gotta bunch of bodies Gotta bunch of chains My neck is very crowded When I flood the street They have a powder shower Know the recipe, you need to learn about it Finnesin' n***as, gotta learn about it I could cook it in the microwave I got ya baby momma with the sh**s Got ya son sittin' on a brick My teacher said I wouldn't be sh** She even know what I represent Free Band Gang President Money up, everything n***a Everything else irrelevant [Hook]