Anamosity

I can't understand, the actions of my master plan
How can a n**** revel in the thoughts of a dead man?
The scripts of what I hear and what I see
Now let me tell ya bout this anna', RIP to [?]
I'm chiefin' on a fat sack of bud and I lose weight
My n**** ski the man will check ya [?]
Chief the blunt and now I'm high as hell
When all of a sudden and out the blue I hear this fuckin' crash
We started balling, glass is falling on my fuckin' ass
We ran outside and checked to see up out my [?] kid
That n****'s gone, but he done caught my line with this shit
We caught him slippin', and we're trippin', and it's on forreal
My n****, don't lie, just tell me straight up, man, who did this shit?
Man, don't trip, you know mе well, and think I did the task
True, run up, you did this shit, that's why wе beat yo' ass
And after all this shit, he thought I was a trollin' prankster
But then he soften, but he RIP in visions of a gangsta

Visions of a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Visions of a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Visions of a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

Caught up in the rap shiet, passin' by the [?] of a criminal
Strapped with the plastic Glock, bustaz know: don't test my nutz
Stormin' from the ghetto depths, stunt harder, no memphis [?]
Still pimpin' sluts like a real n****, trick, can't you dig it, bitch?
Don't fuck wit no thugs, poppin slugs, muggin', druggin' bitches
Kid, happy blastin' hoes, slangin' corpses off to ditches
Lil' Trey in the road, bitch, don't test me like a prankster
Real drama for yo mama, is the portrait of a gangsta
High till I die, psycho villian scorn, project born
Smokin' mary weed noise, the sound of a corn
Got no love for a lame soul, I'm low down and bound to clown
Smoked out with the family, [?] n****s in the orange mound
Packin' killa thangs, sell those drugs, probably go insane
Young [?] thug is broken, it's all in the fuckin' game
Mirror mirror on the wall, inflictin' the anna, mane
A-As, I take a gauge, I show these bitches a gangsta

Visions of a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Visions of a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Visions of a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

It all started here about a motherfuckin' year ago
I was chillin' with my n**** [?] Black, chokin' on the fuckin' endo
He told me to scope up out my little bro
He was tryna join a gang, but I couldn't let him go, uh
But, he like me, I chose the life of the streets
Now, to be a playa, but all about my P
I have a very strong head, and never to be misled
I had to catch my little brother before he ended up dead
Two P's in the bucket, I say "Fuck it, what ya gonna do with me?"
Leave me alone so I can be a motherfuckin' playa, G
Straight out the mound, gangsta shit is what I fuckin' choose, you see
Pick up the nine, watch this n**** get blown off his fuckin' feet
Dead or alive, that's the way my life has always been
I hope the man in the sky can forgive me for all my sins
When I look at my little brother, sigh, I see the devil seize him
Fuck this life of a gangsta, it's always just a fuckin' mess