Would you say that you're a gangster
Not anymore
Not anymore? Why is that
What made you give up that lifestyle
I didn't give it up
You didn't give it up
Different person
My skin's an art gallery, right
With paintings of crucifixes
Hoping to save me from all the dangers in the music business
I was once a young gangster, hanging with youth offenders
Crime scene too horrendous, quarter kick up in the blender
When its compressed
Civil unrest, you see the struggle nigga
Power of the dollar make them want to kill your brother nigga
Shots firing, ambulances, cop sirens
When your only meal is top ramen, your priority is not rhyming
Got us locked in a cycle
Till they got us locked up with psychos
Russian made assault rifles, this how life goes
Don't ask me if my music on Tidal
Ask me how I deal with all this post-traumatic stress
Headed nowhere fast, running in place
Got me out of breath, I just took another left
I don't know where this road leads
Drug proceeds, niggas use 'em to buy rollies
F*ck police, they never protected and served us
We served clucks, asking God how did he dessert us
Music was my purpose, at least I thought it was
Money for collection plates, that's a dub
Cause my skin's an art gallery, right
With paintings of crucifixes
Hoping to save me from all the dangers in the music business
I was once a young gangster, hanging with youth offenders
But when I tasted paper, it started loosening the friendships
Some niggas resenting my ascension, they still poor
Could I tease them with beamers and feel no remorse
Feel like a boss, nigga overcame all my obstacles
I deserve to vacay somewhere tropical
My niggas still trapping though
Stuck in the grind, I'm ashamed
I still got the game, stuck in my mind
I don't wanna go back
Avoided a jail and a toe tag
I just want my sons to know that
Can't be out here reliving my glory days
Letting .40s blaze
Getting pills from where Barry Gordy stayed
The blood and gore replays, I see it vivid
Just the things we gotta live with
Until I officially change my pivot
My skin is an art gallery and America dreams are a fallacy
My brain is light years across the galaxy
They don't want me where the palace be
With my crown on
I ascend from kings so now on
I play it smooth
My chest is like the Louvre
My arms are the museum for modern art
Where Andy Warhol got his start
DMX told you it's hot and hell is dark
If I can't change the game, I'll be the spark
Cause my skin's an art gallery, right
With paintings of crucifixes
Hoping to save me from all the dangers in the music business
I was once a young gangster
Hanging with youth offenders
If you change for the better, I commend you
Nigga
Yeah
Alright
Alright
Alright
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Would you say that you're a gangster
Not anymore
Not anymore? Why is that
What made you give up that lifestyle
I didn't give it up
You didn't give it up
Different person
My skin's an art gallery, right
With paintings of crucifixes
Hoping to save me from all the dangers in the music business
I was once a young gangster, hanging with youth offenders
Crime scene too horrendous, quarter kick up in the blender
When its compressed
Civil unrest, you see the struggle nigga
Power of the dollar make them want to kill your brother nigga
Shots firing, ambulances, cop sirens
When your only meal is top ramen, your priority is not rhyming
Got us locked in a cycle
Till they got us locked up with psychos
Russian made assault rifles, this how life goes
Don't ask me if my music on Tidal
Ask me how I deal with all this post-traumatic stress
Headed nowhere fast, running in place
Got me out of breath, I just took another left
I don't know where this road leads
Drug proceeds, niggas use 'em to buy rollies
F*ck police, they never protected and served us
We served clucks, asking God how did he dessert us
Music was my purpose, at least I thought it was
Money for collection plates, that's a dub
Cause my skin's an art gallery, right
With paintings of crucifixes
Hoping to save me from all the dangers in the music business
I was once a young gangster, hanging with youth offenders
But when I tasted paper, it started loosening the friendships
Some niggas resenting my ascension, they still poor
Could I tease them with beamers and feel no remorse
Feel like a boss, nigga overcame all my obstacles
I deserve to vacay somewhere tropical
My niggas still trapping though
Stuck in the grind, I'm ashamed
I still got the game, stuck in my mind
I don't wanna go back
Avoided a jail and a toe tag
I just want my sons to know that
Can't be out here reliving my glory days
Letting .40s blaze
Getting pills from where Barry Gordy stayed
The blood and gore replays, I see it vivid
Just the things we gotta live with
Until I officially change my pivot
My skin is an art gallery and America dreams are a fallacy
My brain is light years across the galaxy
They don't want me where the palace be
With my crown on
I ascend from kings so now on
I play it smooth
My chest is like the Louvre
My arms are the museum for modern art
Where Andy Warhol got his start
DMX told you it's hot and hell is dark
If I can't change the game, I'll be the spark
Cause my skin's an art gallery, right
With paintings of crucifixes
Hoping to save me from all the dangers in the music business
I was once a young gangster
Hanging with youth offenders
If you change for the better, I commend you
Nigga
Yeah
Alright
Alright
Alright
Not anymore
Not anymore? Why is that
What made you give up that lifestyle
I didn't give it up
You didn't give it up
Different person
My skin's an art gallery, right
With paintings of crucifixes
Hoping to save me from all the dangers in the music business
I was once a young gangster, hanging with youth offenders
Crime scene too horrendous, quarter kick up in the blender
When its compressed
Civil unrest, you see the struggle nigga
Power of the dollar make them want to kill your brother nigga
Shots firing, ambulances, cop sirens
When your only meal is top ramen, your priority is not rhyming
Got us locked in a cycle
Till they got us locked up with psychos
Russian made assault rifles, this how life goes
Don't ask me if my music on Tidal
Ask me how I deal with all this post-traumatic stress
Headed nowhere fast, running in place
Got me out of breath, I just took another left
I don't know where this road leads
Drug proceeds, niggas use 'em to buy rollies
F*ck police, they never protected and served us
We served clucks, asking God how did he dessert us
Music was my purpose, at least I thought it was
Money for collection plates, that's a dub
Cause my skin's an art gallery, right
With paintings of crucifixes
Hoping to save me from all the dangers in the music business
I was once a young gangster, hanging with youth offenders
But when I tasted paper, it started loosening the friendships
Some niggas resenting my ascension, they still poor
Could I tease them with beamers and feel no remorse
Feel like a boss, nigga overcame all my obstacles
I deserve to vacay somewhere tropical
My niggas still trapping though
Stuck in the grind, I'm ashamed
I still got the game, stuck in my mind
I don't wanna go back
Avoided a jail and a toe tag
I just want my sons to know that
Can't be out here reliving my glory days
Letting .40s blaze
Getting pills from where Barry Gordy stayed
The blood and gore replays, I see it vivid
Just the things we gotta live with
Until I officially change my pivot
My skin is an art gallery and America dreams are a fallacy
My brain is light years across the galaxy
They don't want me where the palace be
With my crown on
I ascend from kings so now on
I play it smooth
My chest is like the Louvre
My arms are the museum for modern art
Where Andy Warhol got his start
DMX told you it's hot and hell is dark
If I can't change the game, I'll be the spark
Cause my skin's an art gallery, right
With paintings of crucifixes
Hoping to save me from all the dangers in the music business
I was once a young gangster
Hanging with youth offenders
If you change for the better, I commend you
Nigga
Yeah
Alright
Alright
Alright
Writer: Omarr Marrero
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid