Gangstersoul

Hollow tips in my clip, I'm playin' for keeps it's gettin' deep In my soul, gangster ain't just about the heat It's about standin' up when life's beatin' your beat Better walk in my shoes, get a feel of my creep Battle scars in my heart, my soul's in the bleak Ain't just a thug, got a gangster soul breaking bread, by the pole. Clouds of smoke rise, like prayers to the sky, Bullet dreams whizzing past, ain't got the time to cry. Fore father spirits whisper, we hear their battle cry, Lessons learned, bridges burned, in the blink of an eye. Runnin' through the night, gotta get my paper up. Hop out with that fire, ain't nobody wakin' us. got me losin' sleep. No silver lining, yet dreams kept shining, Losin' friends to the street, angles kept aligning, Came back from the brink, Silent prayers to the heavens, middle of the night, Henny in my cup, Swerving lanes on the freeway. Ain’t about that talk, actions speak, and I play, Stared down those odds, made a path my own way. dodging the hate, like the Matrix, Ice on my wrist, making winter feel like May, Running this game so long, they call it a relay. These niggas praying on my downfall every single day,