[Intro]
Today's my birthday
You have a collect call from...
Give me a second bro
But I wanted to dedicate my day today to those
Who had an early death date, you know
I dedicate this to my city, Bronx NY
I ask that y'all pray for us
Everybody thinks bussin a gun makes them a gangster

[Hook]
Look
Bussin a gun don't make you no gangster
Takin' your child or your moms out the hood does
Bein' able to say they don't ever gotta wait on that benefit card
Just to tell them when the food come
Bussin a gun don't make you no gangster
Oh you a gangster? Cuz you let that weapon spray?
Coutin on that 4, 5 tryna let 6 go
While ya mom wakin up at 7 just to go to section 8?

[Verse]
You musta thought you was a gangster
Or a hitter, cuz you let that thing clap
But a real hitter could throw hits and take hits
And weave like Floyd, where this generations hands at?
Bussin a gun don't make you no gangster
I mean go ahead give em touch like an I-pod
Cut throat, rob the n***a, take a n***as work
But to take a man's life? Nah, you buggin
That's GOD job!
But cool, cock it back and shoot
Let's just reverse the tables tho
Let's say that it was you
And you layin in a casket, tears in your funeral
And they tryna calm you moms down
Cuz now she wanna die too
Your brother or your sister thinkin suicide'll do
Cuz his las words to ya wasn't "I love you"
Now you're sitting in a casket
Cuz a little silly faggot cut your life in half
Just to habe his n***as call him savage
Dammit, that drill music got y'all too amped up
Y'all think y'all some killers when y'all listen to these rappers
Cuz the be like, "I'll catch a op n***a lacking
Put the chopper to his head and catch him in traffic
Gun like a round of applause and keep clappin
Bang bang squa squa, we about that action"
Come on, you think they live that shit?
You think they'd be out here
Making money off of us if they did that shit?
N***as doing 25 to life really did that shit
Who'll never see a day in light, really did tha shit
And if I put you to talk with a real gangster foing life
He'll tell you himself he regret that shit
"I can't see my little brother no more, I miss that kid
I can't see my momma no more, I miss her kiss
I pulled the trigger justo to show my team that I'm a fucking gangster
Now eveytime I call my team, I don't even get an answer
Fuck them n***a!"

[Hook]
Bussin a gun don't make you no gangster
Takin' your child or your moms out the hood does
Bein' able to say they don't ever gotta wait on that benefit card
Just to tell them when the food come
Bussin a gun don't make you no gangster
Oh you a gangster? Cuz you let that weapon spray?
Coutin on that 4, 5 tryna let 6 go
While ya mom wakin up at 7 just to go to section 8?

Nah, that don't make you no fucking gangsta n***a