When I
was young I thought that I was oh so strong
I can't believe that I
have made it this long
Cause I was born at the bottom
of the belly of the beast
Learning how to hustle when
the ring was deceased
So I'm asking you,
what would you do?
Now I'm older
but I'm still so strong
The bills I pay, my papers oh so long
But I'm still at the bottom
in the valley of the beast
Made a couple moves but
I'm still in the streets
So I'm asking you,
what would you do?
What would you do?
Mama, you're going
to be a gangster
That's why the people love
Steve
In these streets,
they just don't care
And this game, it still ain't fair
But despite all that,
I'm happy to be here
Okay, this here's for all
the money makers
The big boys, the moons,
the shakers
Gorillas and the hundred dollar villas
You know the story,
how the thugs live in worry
Ducked down in car seats,
he's mandatory
Doggy, since I'm shorty,
I was speaking like I'm 40
With a little
Wayne frame, big chains, all gaudy
Board ing airplanes, cocaine all on me
Had a no care stare,
mama bear trying to warn me
Who ever would've thought
escaping court would transform me
I was facing up north,
nothing short, shit was corny
Born to get crunk,
had that corner kiss punk
All I seen was a yacht and me
rocking slim trunks
This was a thing for the
Gwop, whole team blinked up
Had a thing for them
Glocks, kept them sub
-machines tucked
Then my man got murked,
and the fam went berserk
A few motherfuckers,
just planets from the
Earth
Then some new motherfuckers
started hand niggas work
And from there,
all you heard about was niggas getting hurt
Ease over birds with
somebody getting hurt
Blowing trout, getting served,
33rd and the 3rd
Then the foulness occurred
when I finally got the word
That some homies did me dirty
with some shit I ain't deserve
But emerged through the madness,
now my mind's so established
At any given minute I can
let them niggas have it
I'm a young boy who
ought to be a gangster
I fight a kill of a steal
These extremes,
they just don't care
And this game, it still ain't fair
But despite all that,
I'm happy to be here
See, the cream always
rise to the top
An d what's in the dark
come to the light
And real always recognize real
There's no more ethics or
codes to follow
Couldn't connect until I seen
killers conversatin'
With 5 -0, been hollow since they left
Big slumped up in that
Tahoe
K -Pop's sold, been cakin' since
Q rocked the
Apollo
G -Rap ever, my man had the
Carrera
That was way back then,
subtract ive rappin'
Clappin' the
Mac -10, gave some niggas a name
Whoever thought a homicide
can contribute to fame?
Bruce
Wayne got that
Batman shit in my veins
So my ways is discreet,
that's how I play it in the streets
Praised on these beats,
got a unique feel
It's magnetic, I can set it like
Cool
Keith will
Code chills when I think
of the homies that was
And those who never be,
nigga, I'm still me
Mama, you were born
to be a gangster
Not quite a fool you must be
In these streets they
just don't care
And this game it still ain't fair
But des pite all that I'm happy to be here
You