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Gang Signs

Cale Charles

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Gang signs out the window. What you thunk? Fuck you think?
A survivor, I depend on what I want; what I make
Imma ride and roll this indo. That’s that skunk. That’s that stank
I might try the whole extendo til I’m slumped. Til I faint
I might pull up in the Benzo or the donk. Candy paint
Probably both to let my kinfolk whip it once, to the bank
She make it wobble for my colonels. While you squabble in the ranks
I’m inspiring. You in spirals. Only God knows when you’ll faceplant
Backwoods, hoe I face plants
Pescatarian shorty: Came for the turnip, and stayed for the egg plant.
If I leak them nudes I’m a dead man
Damn man. I’m Cale and I’m all that, but no I’m not repairman man man man man
Stacking this cash til I need a mother fucking caravan van van
Or another pair of hands hands hands
Blow it like pan, man. God damn
Battle of the bands. Bands. I ain’t playing. (Woo! Shit!)
My ex tried to flex. I got next. Hoe stop texting my shit. Ooh
Fuck her
I got the means and the know how
To cripple your team cuz your bro’s foul
Bitch, ain’t no triple beams in your dope house
Shit, they make capitol off of our own. Wow
Give em a bone, and then let em get on and then they Al Capone now
Perpetuating a system that they didn’t live in
I remember the days it was different
Niggas is criminals, plays are the mission
Players are victims. The greatest addiction
The way that system works makes sure the listeners pay for the vision
That’s why they pay for position
Creations inconsistent. They’re made for the riches
We stay cuz shit’s missing. It’s all we got
On the television, brains probably rot
And I can’t wit them, I can hardly watch
They talking cain whipping off a Molly. Stop
Claim cliques, when niggas probably opps
Me, I don’t be naming a fucking lame when I got a name to maintain and a lot of
bops
I just slang propane. I’m from Arlen, huh?
Bring the pain, whole flame. Need a Tylenol (Woo! Shit!)
Them boys wanted noise. Play it coy, cuz we poised for that shit. Ooh. True.
True. (Shit)
Niggas salty as soy and I’m awfully annoyed with that shit. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.
Fuck em
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