[Intro]
It's na-na-na-na
Oh, it's na-na-na-na
Oh, it's na-na-na-na
Oh, it's na-na-na-na (Tyrex got that gas, ho)
It's na-na-na-na
(AP made this)

[Chorus]
I'm a gangster, it's in my blood, I get it from my daddy
We get it in dirt, out of the mud, if a n***a play, we give out caskets
I know it hurt, them shells hot, givin' out shells with a passion
Some say, "Ain't you scared to die?" I said, "If it happen, it happen"
Make them boys go poof, magic
Ain't twenty-one yet, but you know I'm savage
When I pop out, I'm lettin' 'em have it
When somebody else pop out, don't be actin' dramatic
He wanna be a tough guy, get hit with that ratchet
I see an opp, I hop out blasting
We the ones addressing the static
Don't believe the hype, them n***as be flagging

[Verse 1]
Told that boy, "If it's smoke, call me," 7.62, 49
Can't forget 1911, when I see you, boy, I won't waste no time
I'm just gon' sling that iron
Hope you know we ain't here to save nobody, we let hollows fly
Yeah, it's grown men out here tellin', n***as talkin' to policemen
Swimmin' with the sharks, you have no reason in the deep end
You get tore apart, it's either eat or you'll be eaten
And we leave cars in park, it ain't our fault 'cause they was creepin'
It's like this shit ain't the same no more
Where all the gangsters go?
N***as not stickin' to the code no more
You have the right to remain silent, what you talkin' for?
You thought that statement was gon' be private, well, it ain't no more
Stupid n***a
[Chorus]
I'm a gangster, it's in my blood, I get it from my daddy
We get it in dirt, out of the mud, if a n***a play, we give out caskets
I know it hurt, them shells hot, givin' out shells with a passion
Some say, "Ain't you scared to die?" I said, "If it happen, it happen"
Make them boys go poof, magic
Ain't twenty-one yet, but you know I'm savage
When I pop out, I'm lettin' 'em have it
When somebody else pop out, don't be actin' dramatic
He wanna be a tough guy, get hit with that ratchet
I see an opp, I hop out blasting
We the ones addressing the static
Don't believe the hype, them n***as be flagging

[Verse 2]
Just a product of my environment
Had dreams of bein' a fireman
Until I opened fire on another man
I became friends with the reaper, I was fightin' my demons and turned to the boogieman
I know they gon' think that I'm evil, but they are not in it, so they not gon' understand
You wanna understand my pain, gotta understand I'm losin' friends
December 1st, by hurricanes, if I could change it, I'd do it again
It was drivin' me insane, I just wish I could save my friend
Type to risk it all, I ain't need the fame, I'll hop out, blow shit down like a fan
Uh, how would you feel, you had to live and walk a mile in my shoes?
What would you do? Stand on ten or you callin' the truce?
You gon' stand on business or you gon' fold? What you gon' do?
You gon' let 'em take your soul or hang out that roof?
[Chorus]
I'm a gangster, it's in my blood, I get it from my daddy
We get it in dirt, out of the mud, if a n***a play, we give out caskets
I know it hurt, them shells hot, givin' out shells with a passion
Some say, "Ain't you scared to die?" I said, "If it happen, it happen"
Make them boys go poof, magic
Ain't twenty-one yet, but you know I'm savage
When I pop out, I'm lettin' 'em have it
When somebody else pop out, don't be actin' dramatic
He wanna be a tough guy, get hit with that ratchet
I see an opp, I hop out blasting
We the ones addressing the static
Don't believe the hype, them n***as be flagging