Текст пісні Gang Shit! - Reason

Gang Shit!

Almost two decades over, them memories, countless hours
Smokin' on some potent sour, we used to watch Rocket Power
On a couple fingers, counted the times you would reach out
I guess yo' music reachin' thousands, so fuck it, you don’t need ours
So fuck us, you don’t need ours, ain’t say it but feel yo' sentiments
Bougie all in yo' ligaments, used the hood for yo' benefits
Benefit off yo' kin and them, gangbangin' for privilege
Screamin', «del AMO», steady for clout but we know yo' innocence, nigga
I know everything, Reaz
Know yo' auntie really HEEM, so they lettin' you breathe
Know yo' bitches, know yo' feelings, this ain’t jealousy, Reaz
This is payin' back the Piper, since them diapers, you used to be here just
like us
You movin' too odd, look down on regular guys
Look down from pedestals, spin the narrative every time
Reason, I really know you, I swear this ain’t jealousy, nah
Reason, I really know you
Wait, I thought you knew me as Rob
You was my cousin, brother, I love you, was never at odds
How gettin' to the spot that I’m at ever sever the ties?
Know that you use my name just for benefits, hatin' all in yo' sentiments
Cain DNA, ligaments, written down in these differences
It’s blood, sweat, and prayers, so God guidin' my privilege
So fuck a nigga tellin' me, I ain’t lovin' my kin and them
And fuck a nigga, tell me I owe him
Loyalty in my veins, you want the sun but ain’t share the rain and it’s
supposed to be gang shit, yeah
And niggas screamin' out, «Gang shit», yeah
Feel the shadows that I walk in from TDE boxes that I’ve been chalked in
And everywhere I turn, it’s a legend that I’ve been marked with
Everywhere I turn it’s, «When is such and such droppin'?»
And «Reason, you kinda cool, but we need such and such album»
And questions 'bout the leaders and captains that I’m surrounded with
It’s dumbfounded and I gotta cover home like umpires
The truth is they solidified, ain’t gon' be no handouts, it’s on me to get my
vision high
My issue was thinkin' it’s they job to help my ceilin' rise
Everybody got they own shit, own problems, own visions, own bothers
I was thinkin' if we on the same boat, it sail farther
It’s my job to feed my family, niggas got they own daughters
My job to break the curses, they’ll be there when time is perfect
Depression buildin' from expectations that wasn’t worth it
And fans comin' to me with assumptions birthed from the surface
Interviews make me nervous
They askin', «Who the next Kenny?» Don’t know and don’t care really
It’s opportunity gifted and Top the nigga that signed me
As long as he fuckin' with me, the skies be the limit, nigga
I know that I’m different, nigga, but hate that I gotta keep up this image
'cause y’all thinkin' it’s gang shit
Damn, y’all typin' me gang shit
I’m wonderin' where the gang went
Y’all tellin' me gang shit