Speed lyrics

It’s motherf*ckin’ gang land my n*gga
It’s Taylor Gang or die n*gga
You know what I’m sayin’?
It’s Chevy, you know what I’m sayin’?
I do this sh*t for real my n*gga
You know? A lot of motherf*ckers got a lot of sh*t to say but um
I think that this tape is gonna set a few n*ggas straight
You know what I’m sayin’?
We gonna ruler you n*ggas out, one time
And that’s Gang Land, shout out to the Cap, shout out to my block
4800, you know what it is
We do it for the hood my n*gga
Gang Land

It’s one thing to act cool, it’s another thing just to be it
I guess you n*ggas blind to the fact
So that explains why you don’t see it
Let’s work, uh

And that’s TGOD
1 double O 8, that’s the square root of white
Money comin’ so fast I was countin’ all night
And mom’s gonna do it cuz I have my own cash
And I don’t need hers cuz I have my own bed
I was thievin’ like Scarface, table full of white
When I spin on that sh*t I make it back by the night
Yea, that’s one wrong move, chopper boy’s on call
I remember nights lookin’ to the sky, oh Lord
That’s quality over quantity any day
In that California Kobe cush firin’ up them J’s
Had a plug for my n*ggas, I felt like they was me
With a plan to get money that you’ll probly never see
I’m talkin’ 50 of them things, every three days
Poppin’ champagne, lookin’ at my n*ggas, weed pay
All we know is hustle, you should understand that
What you know about road trips and it ain’t comin’ back
When you hear it it’s a numb feeling runnin’ through your veins
But what you gonna do? You’ll probly go insane
Couple homies in the grave, I wish I could call
Few n*ggas turned on me, thought them n*ggas was my dogs
When a n*gga tryin’ to eat it ain’t never too much
Burnin’ weed down the interstate I’m f*ckin’ with the clutch
I’m livin’ life fast, n*gga Taylor Gang that
b*tch, we’ve been head straight, it’s run until you Gang that
Throwin’ money overseas, yea n*gga, did that