Logic - Gang Related

Logic - Gang Related Lyric

Yeah, ah

Yeah, livin' life like this
Gotta paint a picture when I write like this
Tales from my hood, not a sight like this
Where they up to no good on a night like this
And they murder motherf-s just cause
Type of shit I see and probably wonder what it was
I was in the crib, just sitting on the rug
Basedheads coming through looking for the plug

Now, born and raised in my area
Beautiful body by night, that's hysteria
Fuck around and bury ya tonight
Ridin' with my homies on sight
Momma told me to come in at night
Now I really gotta go, but they never know
Living life to the fullest, I got to blow

Po-po finna bust in the door, we got blow in the crib
In the kitchen over there next to the baby with the bib
God damn, what it feel like, middle of the night
Waking up, scared for my life
Never had the heat, just a knife and the gat
Going blat like that
Guarantee you it's a wrap, put you on your back
Run it back like that
Just breathe, why did mama grieve
Bullet to the dome like an Aleve
Got to leave for the premises, to murder my nemesis

No, no, uh, uh
Just stop, stop, stop
'Fore they even call the cops
Do it for the money and the b-s and the drugs and the props
Tell me why another body even got to drop
Get shot off top for some sh- that was gang related

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Living life like this, hope little Bobby never fight like this
Stab a motherf- with a knife like this
All about the money on a night like this
Run up in the crib, put a bullet in your rib
Got a lot to give but I never had the chance
Never had the chance, yeah

Stay strapped, but I hate it when I take it out
If you want it I'mma lay it out
Hope my little brother make it out
Every night what I pray about
What I pray about, check it uh yeah
Got a son on the way
But I cling to the streets even though I want to run away
I imagine a better life
Where I never had a debt in life
Hit you with the- in the dead of night

Selling crack to my own pops
Pushing this weight on my own block
If I sell a brick I can buy a house
If they find a key they might lock me up
But I take the chance 'cause I need that sh- and don't give a f-
Take the chance 'cause I need that sh- and don't give a f-

Get down and lay down
Hit you with the Beretta and you better stay down
Straight shots on the playground
Living how I'm living with the life that I'm given
Anybody that's riding with me, I'm riding with them
Show me the enemy and I'mma hit 'em
The second I bit 'em I get 'em and hit 'em with the venom
Ain't no need to pretend I'mma never do it
I knew it, already been through it
I do it for the street, for the fam, for the life
Anybody that's gang related