[Intro]
Gangeezy Da Greezy
Gangis Khan
Camoflauge
This is advise for my younger niggas

[Verse 1]
Growing up in the slums, you get used to the hunger
Shots bustin' in the hood, we get used to the thunder
Niggas older now, so we preachin' to the younger heads
On the block, they strapped up, no wonder
Cause we grew up in the same way, grew up in the same lane
Banged the same hoes, and played the same games
It's a damn shame what happened to my niggas
How they die chasin' figures from the pull of a trigger
These kids different now, they growing up quicker
Little city slickers, who can't wait to sip liquor
Rowdy little devils that be quick to get ya
My young gods I wish I had more time to sit with ya
Slow your roll young man, son, you just don't know
You ain't gotta do drugs nigga, just say no
You ain't gotta flip dope to be a real nigga
Being a real nigga is doing what is real, nigga
Whether you work a 9 to 5 or you grind
Either way, you just a man, dead or alive
You ain't always gotta fight, you ain't always gotta ride
You can walk away, but never run, never hide
Cause that's for cowards and we ain't 'bout that
If a man starts fire with you, you need to out that
Don't get up in mouse traps, look out for rats
And don't believe in everything, unless you're shown facts
School is good for you, son, pay attention in class
You ain't gotta get A's, you just gotta pass
Get your school done, finish it fast
Then you can focus on them other things, like getting that cash
Stay away from police, that's the Devil's army
But God is my bodyguard, he don't let them harm me
Make sure you give thanks, to the Holy Father
Whether you Christian or Muslim, make sure you honour
Your mother and your father and your elders
Fuck my jewellery, my family is my biggest treasure
The love I have for my young boys, you couldn't measure
The faith I have in 'em, it will stop never
Think clever, don't just move like a fool
Have respect for O.Gs, they want what's best for you
Live healthy, do your push-ups, eat your vegetables
Gwan, bubble on them gyal at the festival
Don't fear ways to have fun, lil' homie, live young
Be a kid if you a kid, just don't be no punk
You ain't got shit to prove, you ain't ever gotta front
Everything is blessed, just keep it real from the jump
See the haters gon' hate, real niggas showin' love
Son, it is what it is, like it was what it was
Question is, is you a man or do you do what it does
Or do you fall off and let the hate fuck you up
Not time, to see Rastaman nah break
We not soft like ice cream or no sponge cake
Is you crazy? Don't let them take what you make
And keep listening to Gangeezy tapes, nigga