Gvng Signs

Keep it one-hundred, we runnin' the streets and they love it
, throw up the deuce, we stay with the beats
They say that we throwin' the gang signs (that's right)
They say that we throwin' the gang signs (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Keep my hands high, I ain’t worried 'bout you frontin'
Keep my hands high, I ain’t worried 'bout you frontin'
Keep my hands high, I ain’t worried 'bout you frontin'
Keep my hands high, I ain’t worried 'bout you frontin', nah
Everybody wanna be a gangster, 'till the gangsters here
Surf Gvng in the building
And everybody wanna be a Christian 'till the boys on the block here chillin'
But, up, and we still screamin' Jesus
Lord, Lord Jesus
Hallelujah Lord Jesus
Jehova Nissi be my banner
Trustin' the blood, and I’m eatin' his manna
Dressed in all black with that all black bandana
Come from the bottom
Tell them we did it for God
Tell them we did it for love
Tell them we come from the hood
Dreadlocks be feeling like wool
Jesus of Nazareth, runnin' with savages
Feelin' like Moses, dissin' these choppers surrounding me
Hands in the air, they be risin', they feelin' like
But homie we feelin' lit
La familia, familiar with Calvary
They say if I fall, they promise they carry me
Keep it one-hundred, we runnin' the streets and they love it
, throw up the deuce, we stay with the beats
They say that we throwin' the gang signs
They say that we throwin' the gang signs
Keep my hands high, I ain’t worried 'bout you frontin'
Keep my hands high, I ain’t worried 'bout you frontin'
Keep my hands high, I ain’t worried 'bout you frontin'
Keep my hands high, I ain’t worried 'bout you frontin', nah
Christian rap and I claim I’m
Covered in blood and we come from the mud
Relate to their speakin', that’s how I came up
207, Everyday’s nothin'
Countin' up cause they jealous by the on that next flip
Christians love it, and the gangstas, but got skater surf and we lit
, soul searchin' here
(Why you streets when the streets don’t love us back)
Cause we come from the bottom, them boys that got nothin'
But a dirty Glock, and
, young hitters don’t know how to act
I pray for 'em, everyday for 'em, Lord please make a way for 'em
Smoking them trees and they don’t know whatsup
Homie on lean and then mama gave up
Street’s all they got, so the street’s
Shots fired, these bodies droppin'
gotta do something, young King Carter
Runnin' them streets and we keep it a hundred
Surf Gvng on err’thang
On err’thang isn’t nothing
Nothin'
On err’thang isn’t nothing
Nothin'
Keep it one-hundred, we runnin' the streets and they love it
, throw up the deuce, we stay with the beats
They say that we throwin' the gang signs
They say that we throwin' the gang signs
Keep my hands high, I ain’t worried 'bout you frontin'
Keep my hands high, I ain’t worried 'bout you frontin'
Keep my hands high, I ain’t worried 'bout you frontin'
Keep my hands high, I ain’t worried 'bout you frontin' Nah
(Keep my hands high, I ain’t worried 'bout you frontin')
Keep my hands high, I ain’t worried 'bout you frontin'
(Keep my hands high, I ain’t worried 'bout you frontin')
Keep my hands high, I ain’t worried 'bout you frontin'
Nah