Ynot - Documentary of a Gangsta lyrics

Hey yo, this right here man Is like a documentary of a gangsta, man The rise and fall (Hook) How em boys gone play me, they must be crazy Baby, oh you better pay me How em actors gone act up, like I ain't got back up Back up, 'fore you get smacked up (where my paper man ?) Why they wanna play games with me They don't know that I'm crazy I don't know what they thinking They must have been drinking, but look I'm that kingpin He said slow paper is your outro, it's like spitting Currency is all about floss, like he can't eat his cake And he starve, when the count low He call the lab the bakery, he all about dough Stuffing bread his pockets is hungry You talking nonsense unless the topic is money He call a hundred dollars a honey Mommy's he call em dimes So his mind's on his money But Mommy's is on his mind Like an O.G. focus on the come up Think he F'ing around he approach you with the gun up Roll the blunt up and forget it happened Stash the dollars, bag the product and get it cracking He get pies, he flipping em Tricks, he tricking em, he call em heffers He Hugh Heffing em, he pimping em (where my money ?) Fonzie, he getting the ones for the connects So have the ones correct when he come to collect But here he come (Hook) That sound like blood money And I ain't just talking double dubbs club money I'm talking drug money, move out the hood money Double up money, you can catch a slug money This kid will murder you, more than a business If you live it for revenue, it's principle never personal Get rid of you if you blocking the bigger picture He on the block thinking of guap and getting richer He flips some urban blue, play with them keys For them c-notes so he can handle the whole piano Hammers unloading ammo if his army ain't in harmony He k** his own famo like Tony Soprano He's trying to take it from mine and majored in grind But the caper is mine, it's made up and die for the paper Crime is second nature when you love cash Doing dirty, he turn the ave. into a blood bath Here he come (Hook) The heater buss that mean the reaper coming Drug money keep em bugging not the trees he puffing Streets is buzzing about the repercussion But he so much in love with his bread the beef is nothing He got metals for war just like a veteran But now he bringing cheddar in more than he ever been Banked up, he stepped his hustle pimp smoked cold crack Heroin game up, american gangster Sleep with the fish while he rather loot and You like balling, he like stealing and shooting Comrades, customers, competition connects And hustlers is wishing and plotting the day of his d**h What's his focus? Keys is, even when karma catching up It's hard to set him up, he's always holding heaters But yo, they know his weakness so they gave that bread to him Somebody put a gun to his head, guess what he said to em (Hook)