Gather Round

Gather round, gather round

Kids sit down for this fucking lesson
My money won't fold under peer pressure
If your homie doing time, nigga send a letter
Put money on his books so he know better
Aye, since a light skin Mac-11
They think I'm Mike Vick with the pits
But I treat my dogs like my fucking family
Made a couple mill with the 9 fam
RIP to Rose and my Uncle Champ
With my back against the wall, I'm the people's champ
Aye, I got stripes, no Mills Lane, switching both lanes
White bitch, green eyes, money ain't a thang
Roll up four blunts, tell her fill it up with pain
Blow away the stress how a nigga stay sane
I just hope when you look down at me
You feel the same about me
Aye, when you look down at me
You feel the same about me

Bathing ape under leather jackets
Nothing less than a gram, bitch you know I packed it
Eight ball and some filthy Fanta
Probably hanging with some niggas that you can't handle
Might OD if I don't stop
You couldn't last one day in this red box
I just took my life and put it on a dope beat
Ask about him in the city, bet they know me
Danco in this bitch rolling up an OZ
No key, push to start and bitch we roll deep
Max got the cam, Dez need a check
So we grinding all day, what the fuck you expect?

So many battlefield scars we're dripping in plush cars
We mobbing and never stopping 'til they say the world is ours
My ambition as a rider, must I remind you?
Gold teeth in his mouth in designer
No sleep, cost a fee just to sign him
And if you checking right on the East you can find him
I was on the road doing shows, blowing O's by the K
K like agreement, and I swear they never seen it
Niggas wild out when I'm screaming
Salute me bitch, I'm great, we took it state to state
Now all my 9's straight and I'm
Talking about the ones that I bang with
Hit the road and made change with
And not them other niggas who just lane switch
Now they wanna claim shit cause it's money in our language
Cause it's money in our language

Kumbaya, kumbaya, tell me it's do or die
You know I do enough so don't say that I do a lot
You know I'm true enough, took my side and I blew it up
If you ain't from here then who is it? You know that we keep a knot
Wait, let me slow it down some
Looking for some real niggas and you found some
Looking for a great nigga, well you found one
Pound one, recognize some real niggas when you round some
Pussy, like a tampon
You know that I'm balling nigga, AND1
And the watch got karats nigga, Anwar
And you niggas all see through, Ant Farms
You know I'm a genius, man I know that you see it
If you got issues then prove it, but if you isn't then beat it
Y'all are all vegetarians, don't know what the beef is
You got problems then see 'em, if you doesn't then beat it
Nigga, yeah

Takahiro number nine, a soloist but I'm not solo bitch
Cause if you know me, know I'm all about the gang ho
2-9 What I bang ho, and nothing that you ever say
Or do about the shit I say or do will ever change ho
Lames though, always coming at me 'bout some things though
But I'm never stopping 'til I parallel that Range Rove'
Never cared about no fucking fame ho
Cause all these thirsty bitches want is
The fruit of my looms, get out my hang zone
I'm just saying, I'm saying, I feel like this day out and day in
No I do not want to date and you faking
Them lies you throw at me like Peyton
Some say I'm vain, I do not feel like waiting
This pain in the picture I'm painting is facts that I'm stating
The game that I came in, you can't never change it
This ain't it
Ain't it, ain't it, boy ain't it