It’s motherfuckin’ gang land my n***a
It’s Taylor Gang or die n***a
You know what I’m sayin’?
It’s Chevy, you know what I’m sayin’?
I do this shit for real my n***a
You know? A lot of motherfuckers got a lot of shit to say but um
I think that this tape is gonna set a few n***as straight
You know what I’m sayin’?
We gonna ruler you n***as out, one time
And that’s Gang Land, shout out to the Cap, shout out to my block
4800, you know what it is
We do it for the hood my n***a
Gang Land

It’s one thing to act cool, it’s another thing just to be it
I guess you n***as blind to the fact
So that explains why you don’t see it
Let’s work, uh

And that’s TGOD
1 double O 8, that’s the square root of white
Money comin’ so fast I was countin’ all night
And mom’s gonna do it cuz I have my own cash
And I don’t need hers cuz I have my own bed
I was thievin’ like Scarface, table full of white
When I spin on that shit I make it back by the night
Yea, that’s one wrong move, chopper boy’s on call
I remember nights lookin’ to the sky, oh Lord
That’s quality over quantity any day
In that California Kobe cush firin’ up them J’s
Had a plug for my n***as, I felt like they was me
With a plan to get money that you’ll probly never see
I’m talkin’ 50 of them things, every three days
Poppin’ champagne, lookin’ at my n***as, weed pay
All we know is hustle, you should understand that
What you know about road trips and it ain’t comin’ back
When you hear it it’s a numb feeling runnin’ through your veins
But what you gonna do? You’ll probly go insane
Couple homies in the grave, I wish I could call
Few n***as turned on me, thought them n***as was my dogs
When a n***a tryin’ to eat it ain’t never too much
Burnin’ weed down the interstate I’m fuckin’ with the clutch
I’m livin’ life fast, n***a Taylor Gang that
Bitch, we’ve been head straight, it’s run until you Gang that
Throwin’ money overseas, yea n***a, did that