Gang Related Lyrics - Under Pressure - Logic

Yeah, livin' life like this 

Gotta paint a picture when I write like this 

Tales from my hood, not a sight like this 

Where they up to no good on a night like this 

And they murder motherfuckers just cause 

Type of shit I see and probably wonder what it was 

I was in the crib, just sitting on the rug 

Basedheads coming through looking for the plug 

Now, born and raised in my area 

Beautiful body by night, that's hysteria 

Fuck around and bury ya tonight 

Ridin' with my homies on sight 

Momma told me to come in at night 

Now I really gotta go, but they never know 

Living life to the fullest, I got to blow 

Po-po finna bust in the door, we got blow in the crib 

In the kitchen over there next to the baby with the bib 

God damn, what it feel like, middle of the night 

Waking up, scared for my life 

Never had the heat, just a knife and the gat 

Going blat like that 

Guarantee you it's a wrap, put you on your back 

Run it back like that 

Just breathe, why did mama grieve 

Bullet to the dome making her leave 

Got to leave for the premises, to murder my nemesis 

No, no, uh, uh 

Just stop, stop, stop 

'fore they even call the cops 

Do it for the money and the bitches and the drugs and the props 

Tell me why another body even got to drop 

Get shot off top for some shit that was gang related 

"Up first at five tonight, breaking news in Gaithersburg where a massive manhunt is underway after a deadly shooting. It's all unfolding in the 400 block of West Deer Park at 3: 55. Our Montgomery County reporter joins us, with the latest tonight." 

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Living life like this, hope little Bobby never fight like this 

Stab a motherfucker with a knife like this 

All about the money on a night like this 

Run up in the crib, put a bullet in your rib 

Got a lot to give but I never had the chance 

Never had the chance, yeah 

Stay strapped, but I hate it when I take it out 

If you want it Imma lay it out 

Hope my little brother make it out 

Every night what I pray about 

What I pray about, check it uh yeah 

Got a son on the way 

But I cling to the streets even though I want to run away 

I imagine a better life 

Where I never had a debt in life 

Hit you with the- in the dead of night 

Selling crack to my own pops 

Pushing this weight on my own block 

If I sell a brick I can buy a house 

If they find a key they might lock me up 

But I take the chance cause I need that shit and don't give a fuck 

Take the chance cause I need that shit and don't give a fuck 

Photos 

Get down and lay down 

Hit you with the Beretta and you better stay down 

Straight shots on the playground 

Living how I'm living with the life that I'm given 

Anybody that's riding with me, I'm riding with them 

Show me the enemy and Imma hit em 

The second I bit em I get em and hit em with the venom 

Ain't no need to pretend Imma never do it 

I knew it, all ready been through it 

I do it for the street, for the fam, for the life 

Anybody that's gang related