[Intro] GD, six-pointed star on my chest Trap phone buzzing, no rest Opps lurking, keep the Glock blessed Fast life, either rich or dead, no test [Verse 1] Trap house jumping, bricks in the back room Scale on the counter, money coming by the platoon Gangster Disciple, I was born in the trench Moving fentanyl and dope, got the block on the bench Ski mask ready when we slide on the set Draco hanging out the window, leaving bodies in debt Folk Nation tatted, Larry Hoover my creed Pitchforks up, we the ones that they need Stacking dirty money, rubber bands on the floor Twelve kicking doors but we got twenty more Loyalty or death, that's the code that we live Cross the family once, ain't no mercy to give Shooters on the corner, they ain't even twenty-one Catching bodies for the set before they seen the sun Paranoia got me sleeping with the strap on my lap One eye open, 'cause these streets is a trap [Pre-Chorus] Fast cars, fast cash, fast death Every breath I take might be my last breath Opps want my head, feds want my freedom But I'm too deep in the game, can't leave 'em [Chorus] Gangster Disciple, living fast, moving weight Trap phone ringing, can't be late Opps get dropped, that's the code of the street Six-pointed crown, we don't accept defeat Money, murder, mayhem, that's the life we chose Strap on my hip everywhere that I go Gangster Disciple, living fast, moving weight Either die young or catch a life sentence fate [Verse 2] Pulled up on the block with the Draco extended Rival gang territory, somebody's life just ended Shell casings dancing on the concrete ground Another opp down, that's the coldest sound Cook it in the kitchen, cut it with the razor blade Serve it to the fiends, that's how fortunes made Trap spot hot, had to switch locations Feds watching heavy, building cases with patience Counting hundred stacks while my brothers stand guard Living like a king but my heart getting hard Lost too many soldiers to this gangster life Pouring Hennessy out for the ones who paid the price But I can't stop now, I'm in too deep Blood on my hands, can't get no sleep Every move calculated, every play is a risk One wrong step and you end up on that list [Pre-Chorus] Fast cars, fast cash, fast death Every breath I take might be my last breath Opps want my head, feds want my freedom But I'm too deep in the game, can't leave 'em [Chorus] Gangster Disciple, living fast, moving weight Trap phone ringing, can't be late Opps get dropped, that's the code of the street Six-pointed crown, we don't accept defeat Money, murder, mayhem, that's the life we chose Strap on my hip everywhere that I go Gangster Disciple, living fast, moving weight Either die young or catch a life sentence fate [Bridge] They found my homie slumped in the alley last week Now I'm out for revenge, no turning the cheek Load the clip, check the chamber, it's war in these streets Gangster Disciple born, Gangster Disciple deceased This the life we chose when we threw up the forks No retirement plan, just caskets and courts [Verse 3] Armored truck money, we don't do small change Hit a lick for a hundred, rearrange the whole game Choppers in the trunk, ready for whatever Ride or die with my brothers, we in this together Territory marked with blood and broken glass Disrespect the set, that's your final pass Moving keys cross state lines in the rental Every transaction could be accidental Informants in the circle, gotta watch who you trust One loose lip and your empire turns to dust But I'm built for this pressure, raised in the fire Gangster Disciple soldier, never retire From the cradle to the grave, it's the oath that we took Six-pointed star tatted, read it like a book [Chorus] Gangster Disciple, living fast, moving weight Trap phone ringing, can't be late Opps get dropped, that's the code of the street Six-pointed crown, we don't accept defeat Money, murder, mayhem, that's the life we chose Strap on my hip everywhere that I go Gangster Disciple, living fast, moving weight Either die young or catch a life sentence fate [Outro] Fast life, drug money, bodies on the pavement This the Gangster Disciple statement Live by the gun, die by the gun In these streets, there ain't no chosen one Six-pointed star till my heart stop beating GD for life, no retreating