Gangsta (feat. Billy Blue) Video (MV)

Yeah, what's up, Soulja Livin Tru, nigga
Its a dun-dun-dun, you know that

Retro, why you goin' so crazy

I'm the influence, these other niggas infiltrators
Divide and conquer, nigga, a whole ship, them betray ya
Use your power and your money to get the respect, then they slave
I wanna see everybody in chains, but I don't wanna see a change ya
Movin' different, I don't even wanna see a stranger

Yeah I hear you speakin' out, but I don't understand ya Anger
Watch who you speakin' round, you might just find yourself in danger
You went through somethin' held it down an made it out, you a gangster
A real gangster, once you make it out, don't forget to tell the Lord, thank ya

Its Some shit I heard about, and I'm just hopin' that it ain't ya
Remember Trappin' out the house until them crackers bring the tanker
Im Gettin' money, you can go and ask my banker
Bruh, I brush a nigga and he ain't never been a painter
My plug, triple-A, he cross the street from the arena
Im Lookin' for that fine white girl, have you seen her
Soulja, my demeanor, I keep on rollin' like Tina
I done said, f*ck it, pour the juice in the jupina
I was hand-to-handin' J's, back when Blue had the Beamer
We got Cocaine on Biscayne and hurricanes called FEMA

Yeah, bout' to shake the bitty back
Bitch say she wanna break me off, piece of that kitty cat

Distroying when I step in the field, ain't finna pity pat
Baby say she want me to feed her, I got that stimilac
I'm Beatrice in the Jets, passin' out them checks
Niggas on the internet, never been a threat
Huh
What's the sweat? I don't know, I don't get into that
A tru Soulja, you don't know how I'm livin', yet
Huh nigga, a real gangster
Nigga livin' like a gangster

How it feel to be a gangster
What it is to be a gangster

Zoe nigga out the trenches way before the labby
I might ain't make my mama smile, but made the trigger happy
I done buried best friends are caught to shoot a lacking
You can tell how they feelin', get him close-casket
Started off with a ball, no MJ
A G comin' out hard, dues been paid
I went from trappin' zips to hittin' licks
To layin' down Mr. B, now flippin' bricks
Posted up in Sunday service, Versace fit
Dropped a bag in that offerin', just off the whip
I'm a gangster, still can't look my mama in her eyes
She pray on my dope money right before she pay her ties
Gangsta
Nigga, a real gangster

Nigga livin' like a gangster
How it feel to be a gangster
What it is to be a gangster
A real gangster

Once you make it out, don't forget to tell the Lord thank you
It's some shit I heard about, and I'm just hopin' that it ya
I Remember trappin' out the house until them crackas bring the tanker