Lyrics Gangsta - Rico Freeman , Pretty Boi Beats

They want me to be a gangster wit a banger
And a mask
But I remember all that shit I went thru in
My past
I remember reaching for my daughter
Through a glass
She was crying for her dad While was tryna
Make her laugh
The look up on her face would make you
Think of yo mistakes
You know you coulda went to grace so you should prolly pump yo breaks
But they out there choosing fonk to take you out and take yo place
Well roll up on me I got self defense for Niggas tryna hate
Shots fired They twitter bangn Till they Fingers got tired
Now they sending threats in they selfies tell me you not wired
What is you begging for attention or the cop sirens
He need a jump start in his career so he hot wiring
You make different moves when you know you got shit to loose
And if I'm fonkn I ain't posting all them different clues
I'll just call up the shottahs I got and send'em thru
But lettem' chill for real they tryna get it too
They want me to be a gangsta
(They want me to be a gangsta)
They want me to be a gangsta
(They want me to be a gangsta)
Why they want me to be a gangsta
(Why they want me to be a Gangsta)
Why I gotta be a Gangsta
(Why I gotta be a Gangsta yeah)
They want me to be a gangsta
(Gangsta)
They want me to be a gangsta
(Gangsta)
Why they want me to be a gangsta
(Gangsta)
Aye why I gotta be a gangsta
(Gangsta)
What's this goodie two shoe thing about
Homie you got demons gone bring'em out
Gone and clap it out even if you hate it
Cause you hiding behind this image you created
Now do that make you fake and if it do then why you faking
Cause you can't erase yo past hello it's me
I'm in yo face
And If take yo mask off are you uglier than Jason
Now go get them choppas we talked about they in the basement
And I notice you don't rap about the ones they confiscated
It's nothing it hop in this bucket and head to this confrontation
I just need a little patience & half ya cooperation
Itll be quick I know this chick
That got the drop on where they hanging
We slide up they on that Tony so they high as fuck
It's just me myself and I and that surprised us
My inner thoughts be taken over sometime it's hard to control'em
If you trollem' he may pull out that
Stick and not a controller he a gangsta
Why you gotta bring my pass in it,
Das bad business
Heart full a tragedy I imagine he a Bad witness
Listen It's like he waiting for a trip to prison
I ain't tryna lose what point is
There To prove with this gangsta image
He the type that like to get hype in a split decision
Holla bout a Yeeky Den send me on a flunky mission
He don't go wit his intuatition
He don't think about my kids Tution & possible consequences
He keep his mind in bitches cause that's where he find his riches
But if you check his bank account I bet it's commas missing
I'd rather play Homer Simpson
Cause the second time you think you got
The Juice they gone give you a longer sentence
I want the streets safe for all my children
& We still want Change so we looking for
Obama Children
Only territort Wana bomb civilians
That gangsta shit fine and dandy till the victim
Is ya mama children