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Kato on the track Look, ay I'm a go-getter, I'm a no-quitter with it When I'm pitchin', I'm a no-hitter with it Known figure, I'm a cold spitter, no liquor See these blow snippers out here Showin' off they gold diggers See me slidin' from the Bay going down to Daygo It's Tommy Zuko bumpin' in that Portofino I'm on the block but got the Spirit with me, they know The Mexicanos show me love, they say he bueno And I ain't braggin', I'm as dirty as they come Neck and wrists is full of diamonds But I got them out that mud I got homies steady Crippin' But I'm covered in that blood I tell them God love them, I ain't tryin' to be they judge Sock him up and pop him up and put him in a blender Mess around out here and get returned to sender Optics on my bumper, got the devil on my fender But if I take an L, I'm still gon' be a winner Gang gang Gang gang gang gang Once you in, ain't no backin' out this thing Letras de cancionesGang gang Gang gang gang gang All in till I pop up out that grave Gang gang Gang gang gang gang Once you in, ain't no backin' out this thing Gang gang Gang gang gang gang Christ, like, ain't no smut up on my name Ay, I'ma slide with the gang Forty-five people rollin' deep backstage Tell Coachella I'ma need some more passes Handful of ex-YN's and my pastor Mr. Mainstream Minnick, boy I schooled y'all The only one with eighty team members on a Zoom call Thought I was a regular rapper, okay I fooled y'all God only sent me here so I can introduce y'all Are you livin' for the Lord? Man, of course Got the whole game mad When Lecrae gave me that torch I've been stamped by the Lord, been endorsed If you tryna get put on, better tap into that source I've been tryna be God's gift to the earth I just took a trip to the turf Now I'm covered in the blood like I'm murked Ask AD, we just brought the Crips to the church Gang gang Gang gang gang gang Once you in, ain't no backin' out this thing Gang gang Gang gang gang gang Christ, like, ain't no smut up on my name I found God and got right It ain't no mystery, Yelo got stripes I ain't gon' lie, I be sinnin' a lot of the time But it's cool, I got Lecrae and Miles Minick on my side Psalms fourteen, verse ten You can't judge your friend So if I slip and mess up, just give me a hand Obey God, then I made a couple hundred bands Two hundred, three hundred Four hundred, you don't understand Racin' in the whip, bumpin' Kirk Franklin I ain't gonna lie and fabricate it, I'm still activated What would you do if you was me And you was frustrated? Without a family and a home I started gang-banging Gang gang gang gang Once you in, ain't no backin' out this thing Gang gang Gang gang gang gang Christ-like, ain't no smut up on my name Ay, brought my cuddies to this church Cause we live the Bible Heard the gospel, shed his tear When he was at the altar My Crip partner love God, but still live by rivals God workin' on his heart, for now he criptocostal Really in the field, lovin' sinners, we ain't lovin' sin Man, I hope you taste this pain like a bloody lip You steady judging, must be feelin' like you the Savior They just lookin' for the Father, Laura Croft Tomb Raider Said the gang in this thing round here Made new, not a stain in this thing round here Ay, who would've thought from struggle bus To how it's supposed to be That bag come in like Help your mom bring in them groceries Homie, please, correct your step before I flex for real Lord told me to speak thy life Somehow I'm dressed to kill Couple artists sold they soul for a record deal Did all of that for us to never play your record still Gang gang Gang gang gang gang Once you in, ain't no backin' out this thing Gang gang Gang gang gang gang All in till I pop up out that grave Gang gang Gang gang gang gang Once you in, ain't no backin' out this thing Gang gang Gang gang gang gang Christ, like, ain't no smut up on my name From Letras Mania