Top-Notch Gangsta

Yea gpg

Yea gunpowder guru

Yayo, fif what's good

Banks whattup

Yea

R.I.p to lodi mac

I pray to god I get them niggaz back

I'm on that rich nigga shit I could kill about 5 of you

And when you die I build a mall on top of you

New york my roof fit

In that porsche panarama s armor kit

They say yay is a dead man walking

So when I die put a half of pound in my coffin

I'm a top notch gangsta you know where to find me

Deep in the streets yay know I'm out grinding

H boy shit drive by with a 100 clips

Blast me a chest nothin left but a hollow tip

They say lifes a bitch, then you die

So that sour got me on another high

And I promise you huey p I'd revenge his death

Squeeze the drum out the k till theses nothing left

I hit a nigga from a 100 yards you think he telling

I got his head on a scope like a watermelon

I wake up to big blunts and td jakes homies

And got them call of duty guns by the safe homie

Money made me a target that's what happened

The hip hop police they own manhatten

They locked wayne up, they locked p up

And every other day man they tryna lock me up