Gang’Nem Ab-Soul (Ft. Fre$h (Short Dawg))

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[Intro: Ab-Soul]
Call me 3Pac, on gang'nem
Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta gang shit, only though (Uh)
For the homies, my niggas
Ayy, man (Yo)

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
All my naysayers are eatin' crow (Yeah)
'Cause we reapin' every single thing that we can sow (Damn)
Needle and thread in my head, I'm a string theorist
Everything is connected and we the seamstresses
Durag wrapped up, tryna train my waves
Auntie gave me a bowl cut but I was catchin' fades
I went fifteen like fifteen time
Got away with nineteen crimes, I'm sippin' this wine, yeah
Writin' raps in the trap, I was locked in
The drank made me slow but my mind was on Mach-10 (God)
Elbows of vegetable for the L-O (Gas)
Had the runny nose but I ain't have a cold (Ha)
If you know, you know, really though
The homie hit me, told me, "Hide the blicky, bro"
This nigga always into some wild shit
One time he bought the KelTec, I had to tell him all we shootin' is videos
Ain't have the eyesight for the gunfights (Yeah)
But got a couple crodies I would go to war for (Gang)
Shooters you won't find on NBA highlights
I know where the bodies buried, I won't tell a soul
Soul