Finesse2Tymes ft BG – Gangstafied Lyrics

We live in a life
of crime, lies, disease, disloyalty
Fake niggas fuck up the
streets with all this poison
Anything pop out, motherfuckers recording it
Broke bitches choice it, damn my mama want me
Damn I should’ve listened, damn I should’ve listened
Three days ago I found
out my young niggas snitchin’
Takin’ care of my kids, baby mama still bitchin’
Broke niggas trickin’, spinnin’, fallin’ in their feelings
Goin’ head first, purse first, ass
last, get the bread first
I’m the boss, I’m the
king, I get fed first
You run it up, they lock you
up, give you a fed shirt
That’s how the feds work,
we in a lose-lose situation
Gotta face it, go get your
money, you gon’ get called procrastinatin’
You’re playing killer, but gon’ get killed for perpetratin’
I’d bury one of these niggas,
but that’s just too much information
Same game, same niggas, same
hitters with me, same choppers
Fuck the feds, got my protesters
with me, do a bit
Never talk, show your paperwork
Before you start beefin’ with a
nigga, get some paper first
50K on fire arms, me and them bond money
Don’t give a fuck about a
show, I got the bomb comin’
I’m tryna fuck nigga in the
stenling, make her my bottom hole
You need to fuck with some pants
on, come hit a lotta hole
I just landed on the private,
lil’ jumped in the Maybach
Subliminal and rappers, you don’t like me,
niggas say that they like you
He went to the feds and
got back out, that nigga snitchin’
Man, cause I got out and
ran it up, nigga, quit bitchin’
Ooh, finesse, what’s up, homie?
You know I felt that shit
all in my soul, man
You know real niggas do real things, man
These niggas ain’t livin’ like us, look
I went from designer clothes and fuckin’ hoes
To khaki suits, noodles, and rice bowls
From gettin’ dough and rockin’ shows
To pullin’ my dick off pictures of naked hoes
Man, the boy was drove, missed
my life on the road
Couldn’t complain to my celly, he
had life with no parole
They caught me with a knife,
did 30 days in the hole
And on top of that, they
sent me into the motherfuckin’ smooth
My kids were steady growin’, hoes steady hoeing
My nigga Boosie went home, and
my dawg was steady blowin’
My nigga Weezy steady torn, but
he’s a bitch and it’s showin’
I’m still a livin’ legend, don’t
act like you didn’t know it
But they had my hands tied,
caught up on that chain gang
Just like on the streets, all through
the pen, you know my name rang
My rep’s solid, name good,
people work right, I’m Gucci
I’ve done it all, you know
my life’s a fuckin’ movie, nigga