Welcome back to Ganglandia,
I am a twelve-year-old kid yea.
As I wanted to become grown,
Gangsters don’t play all ‘round.
Stabbing enemies bleeding bad,
My funeral parents won’t be glad.
I can’t even start to tell ya,
Welcome, all to Ganglandia.
Heroines and superheroes,
Deez gangs blowin smokes.
Hungry for more stabbings,
Make dem guns clapping.
Fuckin’ off wit dem gangsters,
Meetcha off at dem coppers.
Hustlers here and there,
Boy, when they do swear.
I swear to the Lord above,
In an angel in a form dove.
Windows be locked,
Semi-autos and Glocks.
Youngins are aware of this,
Many gangs fuckin bitches.
When haven’t ya be needy?
Many gangsters left bloody.
I’ve never hunted for my prey,
I cocked back Glocks and slay.
Like bitches wassup witcha?
Ain’t I the truest hustlah?
Stick ‘em up in tha airwaves,
Pump dem semi-automatics.
Swing your durags in tha air,
Bow down to me, I da master.
Uptown and downtown gangs,
Stfu boyz, I don’t give up thangs.
Hushing the lil ones with semis,
My shootas give up dem bleeds.
Hushed like a pumped semi-auto,
My goons are shooting up yer bro.
I swear I ain’t playin ‘round,
Fuckin’ bitches, we’re found.
Just like Air Jordans,
My shoes ain’t boring.
Fuckin’ up yo planning,
Like dem guns clapping.
I’ve killed a lil six-year-old,
His story won’t ever be told.
I’ve hated this lil boyish kiddo,
Weed smokers choked up slow.
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