I'm a real gangster, there's some *** you can't rehearse My pocky used to hurt, now I get wrecked to spill the verve God bless me with some accuracy on the day I was born Every time we get the drops, I'm the one who goes scoping first I'm in his car, they go so fast that he came with some merch I go get free *** out the store, cause I'm fuckin' the clerk He was talkin' gangster on the net till we found what he worth I can get you whacked for a little cash or a couple of perks Took a single pole, shouts to why you do that though Ayy, I'm from South Memphis, we brought up in guerrilla mode If you don't deserve it or won't shoot it, we gon' let em know I'm tryna break down a cube and then add me some G.G.4, let's go Thought we was gon' ride the SRT, I got that *** a lil' We just threw a party on your block, it didn't include gil Get smokin' exotic to the foul, I'ma burn my lil' I'm havin' chocolato mixed with pow, I want fifteen to zero I'ma stay so close to me that you would think we naive But this pussy not where he's supposed to be cause his mama raised him We had a clear shot on his head, but I think God saved us If you never walked up, hit your man, you probably never grazed him Ayy, I'm a real gangster, there's some *** you can't rehearse My pocket used to hurt, now I get racked to spill the verve God bled me with some accuracy, only that y'all ain't burnin' Every time we get the drops, I'm the one who goes Kobe first I'm in the field with choppers, you can't come up on these turks And I'm from Gilbert, we known for killin' killers first A customized chopper, thought I scratched him with a Nerf I'm statin' slack, now I shot my third victim out of vert I had a Glock 4, I lost my virginity, these n****s in the mist Hundred shots out my affinity, my opps remember me Fifteen shots in my FN, I call this bitch my mini-me Bitch talkin' bout matchin' energy, bitch, it be killin' me Throat comin' from where the spurs play on where the birds lay I just ran up third, and this ain't *** but my third plow Reach for the EVV, we let off shots right where the turds play Knox be out on Tuesday, so we pop back out on Thursday Chopper stay so close to me that you would think we naked But this pussy not where he supposed to be, cause his mama raised him We had a clear shot on his head, but I think God saved him You never walked up, hit your man, you probably never grazed him Ayy, I'm a real gangster, this some *** you can't rehearse My pocket used to hurt, now I get racked to spit a verse God bless me with some accuracy, only that y'all ain't burnin' Every time we get the drops, I'm the one who goes Kobe first Ayy, I'm a real gangster, this some *** you can't rehearse