Gang Gang Gang

de Jack Harlow

(Gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang)
(Gang)

Ride for my dogs, lie for my dogs, die for my dogs
Ride for my dogs, lie for my dogs, die for my dogs
Because it's— (Gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang)
(Gang)
Because it's— (Gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, oh)

Home for the holidays
My friend pulled me to the side like: Did you hear about Marcus?
Our Marcus? Yeah, our Marcus
A bunch of girls say he raped them in the back of some Target
They say he drove 'em back there in his car
And then he parked it and the rest is even darker
Wait, which Marcus? 'Cause it can’t be—
Yes, our Marcus
The same Marcus we collected Pokémon cards with
The one with perfect grades that has family in New Orleans?
Yes, that Marcus, he’s got seven rape charges

Ride for my dogs, lie for my dogs, die for my dogs
Ride for my dogs, lie for my dogs, die for my dogs
Because it's— (Gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang)
(Gang)
Because it's— (Gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, oh)

Home for the holidays
My friend pulled me to the side like: Did you hear about Kevin?
Kevin who? Our Kevin
What happened? He got arrested
They found a bunch of messages he sent to lil' kids
And apparently, he met up with this ten-year-old and the now the kid's sayin' he got molested
Molested by who? By Kevin
Nah, it’s gotta be a different Kevin
Look, I'm tellin' you it’s Kevin, that we've known since we were seven
The one who's dad's a reverend
The same Kevin we spend every weekend with and call brethren

Ride for my dogs, lie for my dogs, die for my dogs
Ride for my dogs, lie for my dogs, die for my dogs
Because it's— (Gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang)
(Gang)
Because it's— (Gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, oh)

Truthfully, it's family till it can't be, gang till it ain't
Twins, but it depends, brothers until somethin' is uncovered
Dawgs until the lifting of the fog
I always got you, turns into: Well, I never thought you
Years of camaraderie suddenly disappear
Almost like you never were here
Unconditional love becomes very conditioned when push comes to shove
And all that talk of takin' bullets suddenly feels foolish
Pictures with him turn to ad campaigns, you gotta pull it
Feet held to the fire
We hold accountable the ones we hold dear out of morals, but mainly fear
The choice becomes clear
And years of camaraderie suddenly disappear
Almost like you never were here
Almost like you never were here

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