I know sometimes that I can act a fool
I should stop right now, there's nothin' left to prove
Oh, I try to dress it up and keep it classy
But I can't let that slick talk shit get passed me
Oh, I like fancy cars and jewels, but don't get it confused
I'm so ghetto and rude, how I'm supposed to do better?
They want me on my Mayweather, know I get plenty blue cheddar
But I'ma keep it hood forever, I guess that's just the gangsta in me
I guess that's just the gangsta in me, I guess that's just that
Riding 'round wit' the top down, if I pull up on you bitches, know it's goin' down
It's just the gangsta in me
I can't change who I am, it is what it is, you get what you get
I'm never gon' switch, I'ma talk my shit
What you mad at me for? Always takin' shots like a free throw
Don't you know I live by the street code? Fuck with me, my niggas pull up with that heat though
Hot girl, I'ma make 'em have a heat stroke
And I don't fuck with rules, so don't get it confused
I'm so ghetto and rude, I'm never gonna do better
They want me on my Mayweather, know I get plenty blue cheddar
But I'ma keep it hood forever, I guess that's just the gangsta in me
I guess that's just the gangsta in me, I guess that's just that
Riding 'round wit' the top down, if I pull up on you bitches, know it's goin' down
It's just the gangsta in me
I'm from the streets, don't even try it, you already know how I ride
I guess it's just the Southside in me, Woah-oh, oh-woah
So don't tell me shit about the struggle (Ooh, yeah, yeah)
I got the goons in the back with the muscle
And you can run up on me, nigga, if you want too
You'll see, yeah, it's the gangsta in me, yeah (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, yeah)
I guess that's just the gangsta in me
I guess that's just that (Just the gangsta)
Riding round with the top down, if I pull up on you bitches, know it's goin' down
It's just the gangsta in me
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