Left Brain - Gang lyrics

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Left Brain - Gang lyrics

[Verse 1] I just f**ing woke up outta cold sweat Cold a** n***a, choosing up on your ho next Fresh without a Rolex, I'mma need a bow-flex, s** without a protects Shout out to my baby boy b**h I'm making crazy noise Smoking while I'm leaning in a La-Z boy Nag Champas was burning like dope I point a lot and if i don't poke i'm cumming in her throat Pearlescent friend [?], cause a player eyes, i scope til I win my vote If I don't answer praising phone calls for year, leave a note, all she wrote One for [?] to the pigs, n***a i'm the GOAT I'mma give and go, you n***as giving up hope First you reach a simple goal then keep it pushin 'til it bloats Be about your business, make em come and get it, quote Getting money by the [?] like hundred oats? It's rare to see me out, the studio is where I pose Pretty faces bring the mils and tell they friends like a joke She just wanna kick it on the kayak and smoke Are you high yet? Cloud 9 for the most Even though I don't drink, I play the flute before I toast To this OF sh** networking when I gross I need a closet nympho with my bed because I'm gross I'm dope, you can come and get a dose, I'm coast to coast I'm higher, adios, my chromosomes are comatosed I gotta get bread, make sure it come with toast Smoking rose bowls as I'm waving on the floor f** a New Year, be about growth (n***a) [Bridge] I just f**ing woke up outta cold sweat f** with me, my n***as running yo set, running yo set Take what you owe, your stash, ya dough And call it collect, don't star 69 my line Unless you wanna homicide and resurrect [Hook x2] It ain't the same since we came in the game Blamed for the change, ain't bring a thing Hit the range, flamethrowin, chain swangers It's my name on tha thing, hang with the gang wangers The gang wangers, the gang [Verse 2] (Needs Corrections) I'm exposed like film ask Sammy's camera Foreign countries band then abandon us Donuts on the rag put your f**ing bandanas up n***as shining up like we selling grams for bucks Amateur staircase flow n***a pick your pencil up, chilling in the cut don't give a f** If it's Mr. Marl blowing down the steps, a blunt Hotter than the engine when you rev it up My foot is on the gas no letting up Rap is the game packing up And great family and better trust No hand-me-down's while Im getting up I rather get up on my own than ride the camera's bus Prefer to show up late and have them ? OF, Mellowhype, LB, HB, ?, Yellowhite, living ghetto life Beach cruise, shoes laced so I pedal right I got a lot to celebrate on this special night Drive my own whip, used to catch the bert? Ernie Now I'm macking women like Bernie You got a problem? probably don't concern me Cuz I'm yearning for this blunt to be burning in the adjourning for my attorneys cause I'm learning More on this earth I'll exploit this who*e 'til I get her for what she's worth I'm your f**ing motivation been this way since birth And I'mma go to hell before I go to church I ain't scared n***a Cash cow, I'm rare n***a My flow flight like stairs I dare a n***a to stare, n***a Playing rap musical chairs with all these square n***as Catch a fade for my spot, they fighting fair with you Life is a b**h, so she playing with my hair, n***a Saying 'Truth or Dare', smoking weed like a care-giver Tell that ho to share with the motherf**ing flog gnaw A n***a be so high you gotta call off? [Bridge] [Hook x2]