See nobody gonna know just what they're missing 'Cause it's my life They can't see the way I see it, through my eyes If there's one thing I've learned, it's that it's up to me Fly away like I'm lucid dreaming If it's my life then nobody gonna tell me how

They know what is what But they don't know what is what What, what, what, what, what, what They just strut So keep calm, honey, I'ma stick around For more than a minute, get used to it Funny my name keeps comin' out your mouth 'Cause I stay winning Lay

Gangsta, gangsta! ("That's what they're yellin") ("It's not about a salary, it's all about reality") Three minutes my nigga, y'all know what it is JUST BLAZE! ("No more fun and games!") Gangsta gangsta, that's already evident Nigga Witta Attitude, check

I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God Bitch I run the game y'all just commentate from the side Everything I do you know I do it for the squad This is what the people say they wanted from the Young boy, from the, from the, from the God This that flexicution This

You and me were kids I refuse to look back thinking days were better Just because they're younger days I don't know what's 'round the corner Back when we were kids Swore we would never die Yeah, perfect disasters Way I feel right now I swear we'll never

I call it love Baby, I don't know what love is Maybe I'm a fool I just know what I'm feeling And it's all because of you Don't tell me I don't know I want the truth 'Cause they call it

(Dying, yeah, yeah, gangstas, gangstas, gangstas) I made a decision last night that I would die for it Just to show the city what it takes to be alive for it (Tried to kill me but they still want the views) Yeah, for the dogs dem, you know Man when shit

Nobody cares for me Nobody (nobody) There's nobody (nobody) I ain't got nobody I'm just a gigolo and everywhere I go People know the part I'm playing Paid for every dance, selling each romance What will they say about me? When the end comes, I know

Now, but I can't And I don't know How we're just two men as God had made us Well, I can't, well, I can Too much, too late, or just not enough of this Pain in my heart for your dying wish I'll kiss your lips again In the middle of a gun fight In the

But they don't know what is what Swish, swish, bish They know what is what Another one in the basket (basket, woah, basket, woah) Can't touch this They just know what is what They just strut So keep calm, honey, I'ma stick around For more than a minute,