作曲 : Durk Banks/Darrell Jackson

Banger

What up nephew

Man you know what it is

I wanna start this jawn about sayin' I'm so proud of you man

But after that it's all about a second chance the melody

And everybody especially the real niggas

Real people from the hood man from the trenches

They deserve a second chance

'Cause a lot of us got caught up in the ************* math

DJ on the beat so it's a banger

With these people man

Just tryna luck us up for nothin' you hear me

So here we arе now I remember back back not too long ago

Mе and your daddy was in the belly of the beast

On our paperwork it said as our outdate it said deceased

Deceased they thought we was gon' die in there

But look at us now we out here thrivin' livin'

Now you out here it's your second chance too nephew bang bang bang

You know money and power got the trenches united

Got some members indicted over money and violence

I was raised in the jungle with snakes rats and some lions yeah

Let the Pellys for winters d**e boys and giants

Daddy took over the streets Larry Hoover was my age

When w**d was so cheap sellin' d**gs off MySpace

I'm a gangster at heart could stop a war with my face

Mama I said I'm sorry for puttin' you through the mind games sorry

Only the family the Navy yeah

3-double-0 is the army yeah

Tell 'em re-open barneys yeah

A hundred fifty on Marni yeah

A double cup full of lean yeah

I need to drink some Dasani yeah

'Cause my piss back yellow yeah

But my President white damn

Plus my 'Rari was white my Rollie face was just white

My uncle had his own crib but he stay with the white

I'm in a phase of my life I can't be praisin' the mice

My auntie prayed to the Christ Christ

I made a way through the night yeah

We bred I gave her a flight flight

My brother stayed with a pipe pipe

He just ain't have it that night dang

I hate he played with his life dang

His killer paid for his price dang

I brought it straight from the dice yeah

Racketeering his charge I wish he took my advice

Money is the root of all evil yeah

Smurk I mean Durk be in the trenches with his people

Cursed I mean hurt that they just takin' all my people

Chh baow-baow ain't beat his case 'cause he ain't legal

Back in 2010 I went to school with a Desert Eagle

Sean John hoodie with Shawn Carters in my Evisu's

Family treat me different

I had to walk 'round like I'm see through

Niggas treat me like family

I just told you what the streets do damn

Young age I used to run the streets

'Cause I'm a bad boy damn

Traphouse my Waffle House

I trapped right off my Android brr

Never duck no niggas or no 12 just the landlord

Didn't have my rent

I left my ****** and she was payin' for it ******

Loved brodie to death he hit that d**e

But I can't stand for it nope

I took over the trenches for a century

I'm the man to 'em I'm the man to 'em

Label said don't make none for the streets

Just make some dance music cha cha

Said I can't I gotta make **** for the streets

I'm the man to 'em nah nah

Money over ******* some reason I'll tend to 'em yeah

I ain't never listen like **** permission I carry a Gen4 Gen4

Family in the streets my relationship I got a handful yeah

Count a million cash

I swear to God it had my hand sore sss ahh

**** her from the back

I had her scratchin' off the headboard yeah

Nutted on her lashes

I ain't gotta ask her what she mad for smurk

Baby what you sad for

Baby what you sad for huh

The Brabus truck the one that hrmm

I paid a bag for it hrmm hrmm

I paid cash for it a duffel bag boy yeah

But too much cash'll have 'em paranoid

Money is the root of all evil yeah

Smurk I mean Durk be in the trenches with his people

Cursed I mean hurt that they just takin' all my people

Chh baow-baow ain't beat his case 'cause he ain't legal

Money is the root of all evil trenches

Smurk I mean Durk be in the trenches with his people yeah

Cursed I mean hurt that they just takin' all my people

Chh baow-baow ain't beat his case 'cause he ain't leg