GANG

GANG - Lecrae/Miles Minnick/YeloHill/Tommy Zuko/CJ Emulous

Composed by：Miles Minnick/Christopher Ju/Phillip Chang/Collin Jueidi/Lecrae Moore

Produced by：Kato On The Track/Phillip Chang/Collin Jueidi

K-Kato on the track bi-

Look ay I'm a go-getter I'm a no-quitter wit' it mm

When I'm pitchin' I'm a no-hitter wit' it mm

Known figure I'm a cold spitter no liquor

See these blow snippers out here showin' off they gold diggers

See me slidin' from the Bay goin' down to Daygo

It's Tommy Zuko bumpin' in that Portofino

I'm on the block but got the Spirit with me they know

The Mexicanos show me love they say "He bueno"

Sheesh

And I ain't braggin' I'm as dirty as they come

Go

Neck and wrists is full of diamonds but I got 'em out that mud

I got homies steady Crippin' but I'm covered in that blood

They know

I tell 'em God love 'em I ain't tryna be they judge

Sock him up and pop him up and put him in a blender

Mess around out here and get returned to sender

Optics on my bumper got the devil on my fender

But if I take an L I'm still gon' be a winner gang-gang

Gang-gang gang-gang

Once you in ain't no backin' out this thing

Gang-gang gang-gang gang-gang

All in 'til I pop up out that grave

Gang-gang gang-gang gang-gang

Once you in ain't no backin' out this thing

Gang-gang gang-gang gang-gang

Christ like ain't no smut up on my name

Ay I'ma slide with the gang

Gang

45 people rollin' deep backstage

Tell Coachella I'ma need some more passes

Handful of ex-YN's and my pastor

Mr. Mainstream Minnick boy I schooled y'all

The only one with 80 team members on a Zoom call

Ay ay

Thought I was a regular rapper okay I fooled y'all

God only sent me here so I can introduce y'all

Are you livin' for the Lord?

Man of course

Got the whole game mad when Lecrae gave me that torch ah

I've been stamped by the Lord been endorsed

If you tryna get put on better tap into that source ah

I've been tryna be God's gift to the earth ah

Earth

I just took a trip to the turf ah

Turf

Now I'm covered in the blood like I'm murked

Ask AD we just brought the Crips to the church gang-gang

Gang-gang gang-gang

Once you in ain't no backin' out this thing

Gang-gang gang-gang gang-gang

Christ like ain't no smut up on my name

Tch I found God and got right

It ain't no mystery Yelo got stripes

I ain't gon' lie I be sinnin' a lot the time

But it's cool I got Lecrae and Miles Minick on my side ay

Psalms 14 verse ten you can't judge yo' friend

So if I slip and mess up just give me a hand

Obey God then I made a couple hunnid bands

200 300 400 you don't understand

Racin' in the whip bumpin' Kirk Franklin

I ain't gon' lie and fabricate it I'm still activated

What would you do if you was me and you was frustrated?

Without a family and a home I started gang-bangin'

Gang-gang gang-gang gang-gang

Once you in ain't no backin' out this thing

Gang-gang gang-gang gang-gang

Brrt

Christ-like ain't no smut up on my name

Yeah ay brought my cuddies to this church 'cause we live the Bible

Sheesh

Heard the gospel shed his tear when he was at the altar

Yeah

My Crip partner love God but still live by rivals

Mm

God workin' on his heart for now he criptocostal

Ooh

Really in the field lovin' sinners we ain't lovin' sin

Man I hope you taste this pain like a bloody lip

Brrt

You steady judgin' must be feelin' like you the Savior

They just lookin' for the Father Laura Croft Tomb Raider

Ooh

Said the gang in this thing 'round here

Made new not a stain in this thing 'round here

Ay who woulda thought from struggle bus to how it's supposed to be?

What?

That bag come in like help yo' mom bring in 'em groceries

Homie please correct yo' step before I flex for real

Check

Lord told me to speak thy life somehow I'm dressed to kill

Couple artists sold they soul for a record deal

Did all of that for us to never play yo' record still

Oh real

Gang-gang

Gang-gang gang-gang

Once you in ain't no backin' out this thing

Gang-gang gang-gang gang-gang

All in 'til I pop up out that grave

Gang-gang gang-gang gang-gang

Once you in ain't no backin' out this thing

Gang-gang gang-gang gang-gang

Christ like ain't no smut up on my name