GANG Songtext
von Lecrae & Miles Minnick

K-Kato on the track, bi-

Look, ay, I′m a go-getter, I'm a no-quitter wit′ it, mm
When I'm pitchin', I′m a no-hitter wit′ it, mm
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 goin′ 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" (sheesh)

And I ain't braggin′, I′m as dirty as they come (go)
Neck and wrists is full of diamonds, but I got 'em out that mud
I got homies steady Crippin′ but I'm covered in that blood (they know)
I tell ′em God love 'em, I ain′t tryna 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
Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang
All in 'til 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 (gang)
45 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 80 team members on a Zoom call (ay, ay)
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, ah
I've been stamped by the Lord, been endorsed
If you tryna get put on, better tap into that source, ah


I′ve been tryna be God's gift to the earth, ah (earth)
I just took a trip to the turf, ah (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

Tch, I found God and got right
It ain't no mystery, Yelo got stripes
I ain′t gon' lie, I be sinnin′ a lot the time
But it's cool, I got Lecrae and Miles Minick on my side, ay

Psalms 14, verse ten, you can′t judge yo' friend
So if I slip and mess up, just give me a hand
Obey God, then I made a couple hunnid bands
200, 300, 400, you don't understand

Racin′ in the whip, bumpin′ Kirk Franklin
I ain't gon′ 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-bangin′

Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang
Once you in, ain't no backin′ out this thing
Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang (brrt)
Christ-like, ain't no smut up on my name

Yeah, ay, brought my cuddies to this church 'cause we live the Bible (sheesh)
Heard the gospel, shed his tear when he was at the altar (yeah)
My Crip partner love God, but still live by rivals (mm)
God workin′ on his heart, for now he criptocostal (ooh)

Really in the field, lovin′ sinners, we ain't lovin′ sin
Man, I hope you taste this pain like a bloody lip (brrt)
You steady judgin', must be feelin′ like you the Savior
They just lookin' for the Father, Laura Croft Tomb Raider (ooh)

Said the gang in this thing ′round here
Made new, not a stain in this thing 'round here
Ay, who woulda thought from struggle bus to how it's supposed to be? (What?)
That bag come in like help yo′ mom bring in ′em groceries

Homie, please, correct yo' step before I flex for real (check)
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 yo' record still (oh, real), gang-gang

Gang-gang, gang-gang
Once you in, ain′t no backin' out this thing
Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang
All in ′til 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