Chevy Woods
Текст песни Gangland Rich

Ah, shout out to my corner we here
Shit I made it off that corner be clear
Telling stories of shit in my past
Me and my cousin we was stashing that dope in them bags
Thinking on riches he ain't never seen
But that's on my blood, that's ... vision could meet
Hard life, pour it only god know it
Some say I'm wrong but I couldn't see em close it
Long shots out the tall glass
Baby like you still hoping with your fat ass
The corner college on music damn
It was hard for me to choose, shit
My old heads had things that I needed
I was soaking up the game same time getting weeded
Never copy followed or none of that
I was just playing quarter back
Looking at all these running backs
You must have drinking it
What's this morning? On ... safar...
Let's go ...cheers


I mean, really rich
Ah, yeah, party hard have the time of your life
Control your hustle when you won't have to look for the price
Seen it, been in it, and now I need my own
I got a shadow so there ain't no need for a clone
Just being me the only way I know
You niggas need a navigation on life
Y'all don't know where to go
I would help but I know your type
Cool when you see me telling them it's alright
Take a shot for them niggas who hate
And another one for what's in the safe
High class trees, we the gang
Got money cross the floor, now you see the change
The drinks cold and my niggas straight
We all eating good off our dinner plate
The drinks cold and my niggas straight
I wish you niggas would come and snatch off my plate.