gangsta [x2] (for so long) GOne off that gangsta gangsta [x2] (and so on) [Verse 1: Natti] America loves Gottis, America loves bodies Pacino counting
thuggin, the world is a war zone My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways to put some green
, the world is a war zone My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways to put some green inside
it won't get no betta Until armageddon goes down it's not a legend It's kinda hard to view, paradise, But if you just try close your eyes you can view
the world is a war zone My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways to put some green inside the
won't get no betta Until armageddon goes down it's not a legend It's kinda hard to view, paradise, But if you just try close your eyes you can view it
nothing left for us to break Use Abuse Or rape Then you're free to count how much you saved I can see the ways we fail I can see us fall so easily A
close Then they'll turn out the lights and ask me to go I'll sleep off the haze of my singular ways And count the days till I'm back home with you Some
'll never be a leader. You'll never make a stand. Until you change your ways My God will not hold out His hand) (You claim to be so close to God. Behind
I'm not coming home tonight so don't wait up cause I bet it never gets this cold in California I'll count headlights on the way back home each one holds