Gangsta Pose (feat. Dem Jointz, Stalone & Fat Money) - Instrumental

Now I don't want for nothin', shit, I got it all

She tried to tax a nigga, had to write her off

It was only one night, but shit, she had a ball

And when you fuckin' with the Dogg, it ain't no leash involved

Come, come, we havin' a little fun

We partyin' one-on-one 'til six in the mornin', give a fuck about the sun

(Don't stop) visionary

(On top) missionary

Legs up, on your belly

Then I'm back up in the Chevy

Sometimes, you gotta gangsta lean in this life

Got her blowin' on my dice, started runnin' red lights, yeah

Baby got brains, I ain't gotta think twice (nope)

Baby got back, came twice same night

I'm just tryna get wet and stormy, get some closure (uh-huh)

See a nigga in rare form, keep your composure (yup)

She say she wanna come with her friends, well, bring 'em over

Next mornin', yawnin', sippin' on mimosas

Time get to flyin' when you grind like mine

Got a line full of dimes, I'm just bein' braggadocious

The way you way is lookin' like you floatin'

Make a nigga wanna hit that three-wheel motion (coasting)

Time only makes things still

And the past is not here

I never had to work so fast to go so mad 'cause it just don't last

Let go of all of us, yeah

I know you ain't never sayin' it

And until it ends, I'ma ride, ride, yeah

Where were you when I was in a war?

(I'ma get mine regardless)

Yeah, chyeah (cold-blooded and heartless)

Now that's the way to crack a bottle (bottle, time waits for no one)

Mm, these bitches goin' full throttle (time's up before you started)

But shit, this is a hard pill to swallow (swallow, shut us down before you close your eyes)

Blue collar shit, I'm talkin' 'bout survival (survival, dearly departed)

Get the fuck outta here with all that yada-yada (yada-yada, wait if you want to)

Middle finger to every one of my rivals (the slow one's the target)

Dead on arrival (you got me fucked up)

Still high, I'm like fuck a hangover

This a real high, you can smell the same odor

Only good vibes, you should bring your gang over

That good neck make me wanna put my chain on her

Yeah, so what do you say?

We can get away, we can bounce for days

Bring an ounce to blaze, fucked up and faded

Now she say she wanna take a pic

Gangsta pose

Cross your arms though, nigga

(And until it ends, I'ma ride, ride, yeah)

And ever since the walls been pushed up against a nigga back

I been swingin' on enemies, gettin' closer

Inquirin' too much, that shit can backfire

Shit, you could become a victim of the culture

I still got homies in prison, them niggas waitin' on pictures

Let's flick it up for my niggas

Gangsta pose

Cross your arms though, nigga

(And until it ends, I'ma ride, ride, yeah)

America the great, easy to stimulate

Difficult to love, we feed off the hate

We incarcerate

Judge you by the faith we put into place

Freedom, what a bitter taste

And I can see it on your face

Gangsta pose

I'ma ride, ride, yeah

Cross your arms though, nigga