Ganster
You got a lean in your walk
Like you're wounded
Handicapped mind frame
Wheelchair future
I ain't hating
Christ sakes, what you doing
Got a baby but you still thugging Trapped in confusion
Weed leaf misusing
Balling like the Ewing
Patrick But actually
The game got you clueless
You got bills and the will
To get through it
Bagging dope and selling dope
That ain't the way to do it
God got a plan for you
But you tryna dodge that
Running with these dumb cats
Come on what you on jack
Hungry for the cheddar cheese
Like a rat
Running through the streets with the pack
Get you whacked
That ain't assumptions. I got proof
It's a fact boss
For the love of money round here
They get they clap on
Gs got the juice
Players got the sauce
But they ain't got nothing solid
On which to build their house
Lost
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
Lady
You got coins in your purse
But you're losing
Handicapped mind frame
Drug addicted future
I ain't hating if that's your flavor
But you're clueless
What type of man would I be if I ain't
Tell you what the truth is
Body showing bruises
Beaten till you're toothless
Your pimp is being ruthless
But you're still making excuse
Don't come in that door unless you got
The dough. It's foolish
Could've went to school
But now you're hanging with them losers
God got a plan for you
But you're running from that
You sold away your innocence
And now you wanna get it back
How do I know
Because you're listening to this track
It's obvious you wanna change
So, girlie drop the act
It ain't assumptions
I got proof It's a fact love
Whenever someone speak the truth around
You, you just crack up
A prostitute gone choose
A pimp who got the sauce
But they ain't got nothing solid
On which to build their house
Lost
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
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Ganster
You got a lean in your walk
Like you're wounded
Handicapped mind frame
Wheelchair future
I ain't hating
Christ sakes, what you doing
Got a baby but you still thugging Trapped in confusion
Weed leaf misusing
Balling like the Ewing
Patrick But actually
The game got you clueless
You got bills and the will
To get through it
Bagging dope and selling dope
That ain't the way to do it
God got a plan for you
But you tryna dodge that
Running with these dumb cats
Come on what you on jack
Hungry for the cheddar cheese
Like a rat
Running through the streets with the pack
Get you whacked
That ain't assumptions. I got proof
It's a fact boss
For the love of money round here
They get they clap on
Gs got the juice
Players got the sauce
But they ain't got nothing solid
On which to build their house
Lost
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
Lady
You got coins in your purse
But you're losing
Handicapped mind frame
Drug addicted future
I ain't hating if that's your flavor
But you're clueless
What type of man would I be if I ain't
Tell you what the truth is
Body showing bruises
Beaten till you're toothless
Your pimp is being ruthless
But you're still making excuse
Don't come in that door unless you got
The dough. It's foolish
Could've went to school
But now you're hanging with them losers
God got a plan for you
But you're running from that
You sold away your innocence
And now you wanna get it back
How do I know
Because you're listening to this track
It's obvious you wanna change
So, girlie drop the act
It ain't assumptions
I got proof It's a fact love
Whenever someone speak the truth around
You, you just crack up
A prostitute gone choose
A pimp who got the sauce
But they ain't got nothing solid
On which to build their house
Lost
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
You got a lean in your walk
Like you're wounded
Handicapped mind frame
Wheelchair future
I ain't hating
Christ sakes, what you doing
Got a baby but you still thugging Trapped in confusion
Weed leaf misusing
Balling like the Ewing
Patrick But actually
The game got you clueless
You got bills and the will
To get through it
Bagging dope and selling dope
That ain't the way to do it
God got a plan for you
But you tryna dodge that
Running with these dumb cats
Come on what you on jack
Hungry for the cheddar cheese
Like a rat
Running through the streets with the pack
Get you whacked
That ain't assumptions. I got proof
It's a fact boss
For the love of money round here
They get they clap on
Gs got the juice
Players got the sauce
But they ain't got nothing solid
On which to build their house
Lost
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
Lady
You got coins in your purse
But you're losing
Handicapped mind frame
Drug addicted future
I ain't hating if that's your flavor
But you're clueless
What type of man would I be if I ain't
Tell you what the truth is
Body showing bruises
Beaten till you're toothless
Your pimp is being ruthless
But you're still making excuse
Don't come in that door unless you got
The dough. It's foolish
Could've went to school
But now you're hanging with them losers
God got a plan for you
But you're running from that
You sold away your innocence
And now you wanna get it back
How do I know
Because you're listening to this track
It's obvious you wanna change
So, girlie drop the act
It ain't assumptions
I got proof It's a fact love
Whenever someone speak the truth around
You, you just crack up
A prostitute gone choose
A pimp who got the sauce
But they ain't got nothing solid
On which to build their house
Lost
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
Writer: Eric Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © Vydia, Inc., O/B/O DistroKid