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Gang Related Lyrics – Logic

    Gang Related is a popular rap song by Logic from the 2014 album Under Pressure. Check words to Logic Gang Related Lyrics in English below.

    Gang Related Lyrics – Logic 

    Yeah, uh, yeah

    [Verse 1]
    Livin’ life like this
    Gotta paint a picture when I write like this
    Tales from my hood, not a sight like this
    Where they up to no good on a night like this
    And they murder motherfuckers just ’cause
    Type of shit I see, you probably wonder where I was
    I was in the crib, just sittin’ on the rug
    Basedheads comin’ through lookin’ for the plug
    Now, born and raised in my area
    Beautiful by day, by night it’s hysteria
    Fuck around and bury ya tonight
    Ridin’ with my homies on sight
    Momma tell me to come in at night
    Now I really gotta go, but they never know
    Livin’ life to the fullest, I gotta blow
    Po-po finna bust in the door, we got blow in the crib
    In the kitchen over there next to the baby with the bib
    Goddamn, what it feel like, middle of the night
    Wakin’ up, scared for my life
    Never had the heat, just a knife
    When the gat go blat like that
    Guarantee you it’s a wrap
    Finna put you on your back like that
    Just breathe, while their mama grieve
    Bullet to the dome like an Aleve
    Gotta leave for the premises, to murder my nemesis
    No, no, uh, uh, just stop, stop, stop
    ‘Fore they even call the cops
    Do it for the money and the bitches
    And the drugs and the props
    Tell me why another body even gotta drop
    Get shot off top for some shit that was gang related
    [Break: News Report Sample]
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    [Verse 2]
    Livin’ life like this
    Hope little Bobby never fight like this
    Stab a motherfucker with a knife like this
    All about the money on a night like this
    Run up in the crib, put a bullet in your rib
    Got a lot to give, but I never had the chance
    Never had the chance, yeah
    Stay strapped, but I hate it when I take it out
    If you want it I’ma lay it out
    Hope my little brother make it out
    Every night what I pray about what I pray about
    Check it, uh yeah, got a son on the way
    But I cling to the streets even though I wanna run away
    I imagine a better life
    Where I never had a debt in life
    Hit you with the *gunshots* in the dead of night
    Sellin’ crack to my own pops
    Pushin’ this weight on my own block
    If I sell a brick I can buy a house
    If they find the key they might lock me up
    But I take the chance ’cause I need that shit and don’t give a fuck
    Take the chance, ’cause I need that shit and don’t give a fuck
    [Pause] — Get down or lay down
    Hit ya with the Beretta, you better stay down
    Stray shots on the playground
    Livin’ how I’m livin’ with the life that I’m given
    Anybody that’s ridin’ with me, I’m ridin’ with ’em
    Show me the enemy, and I’ma hit ’em
    The second I bit ’em, I get ’em
    And hit ’em with the venom
    Ain’t no need to pretend I’ma never do it
    I knew it, already been through it
    I do it for the street, for the fam, for the life
    Anybody that’s gang related


    Writer(s): Bobby Campbell, Theron Thomas, Dwan Avery, Dion Wilson, Kendrick Duckworth


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