Welcome, all to Ganglandia,
Put yo hands up where I can see ya.
Semi-autos cocked back bam,
If you hear gunshots yo know where I am.
Crime roams the streets,
I can hear the agony of defeats.
Ain’t I dat killing kiddo with pumped Glocks?
I put yo ass to sleep wit yo blankets tucked.
Uptown we are shootas,
Downtown where dem coppas?
Hehe put yo ass to sleep,
Hush lil ones don’t you even peep.
Overnight we are criminals brah,
Ganglandia is where itz at wats it to ya?
Over it all, we kill only da youngins,
My goons, dey all be pistol-whippin.
Semi-autos and Glocks,
Shut yo fuckin mouths.
I ain’t da kid to be messed wit,
Man, I ain’t gonna put up wit dis shit.
Please don’t lemme do dis,
Where are dem criminals roamin in dis bitch?
Over yonder like Sleeping Beauty,
Way way back like bitches fuck me.
I ain’t playin witcha brahs,
Well, fuckin go shoot yo self where dem coppas?
Erry time I see dees, innocent peeps,
May God bless my Grammy her soul to keeps.
I am not a badass,
I am just a kiddo wit regrets.
Ain’t dat into gangs and shit,
I am just a crazy person dat is it.
Poetry