I'mma Gangsta

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By Matthew Wright

nigga's talking they don't know how to stop just look up at the clock they knock me down so i just get back up then they get shot then i laugh and look down and see a bandana full of blood the cops come look for some evidence they don't find sh** cause im enhabitant welcome to the east side f*** that the west side has a falcon im from the west side of the 64 empala where nigga's say where you from we'll never say holla nigga's in new york know how to throw up the west side word to easy im so great belive me i make a livin writing this sh** im so amazing they don't know what to do with me.my name is Matthew Wright i do prevail.so imma tell you about my life in detail when everybody smokes i don't inhale i had a dream i threw a cocktail now i have to go to jail yea thats my life now im done i die goodbye.

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