Don't ask me how I do it, watch how I move
I need every thing fast for me, it ain’t safe cruising
I’m trying to double up on this little money right quick
‘Cause when its time to do business, who gonna fund this shit
I hop out, they get to talking, “Look how he walking”
I went shopping at Niemans but got my shoes from the Slauson
Corporate street nigga, that won’t change
Put me in a museum and write ‘LA gangsta, but he was gettin’ paid’
Watch these niggas before they steal something
You ain’t got to tell me your business, don't need to know if you kill something
I’m too solid boy, Broadway boy
If we do business that don't mean you my partner, boy
I could said that I’m the realest nigga
But all these real ass niggas ain’t never had to do real shit
So what’s real when you think about it, nigga think about it
I got my gun I can’t leave without it
I’m affiliated, with million dollar niggas
Ex-cons, poppers and drug dealers
I’m affiliated, with niggas that ain’t got shit to lose
Doing shit to hit the news
I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho a nigga hot
Still parkin’ Beamers on the block
I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho I’m gettin’ paper
It's the life of a westside banger
I’m in my own lane, on a mission, so ain’t no compition
Don't talk around these hoes, they come around fishin’
It’s like clockwork, lets flock to the cash house
To the stash house then circle right back around
Don't need to know if it ain’t beneficial, I don't take pictures with pistols
‘Cause that the shit they gonna use against you
So many people done lost and ain’t go to college
Everybody got shot or they got prison numbers
Everybody got interrogated
And I thank God for my niggas that didn’t make no statements
The g homies just took a dub
I know what you thinking, yeah that sound super long but he coming home
Keep your chin up and your toes down
About to slide up Western ‘cause I heard there were some hoes down
Can’t no bitch nigga bother me
I’m getting paid, home boy, you ain’t stoppin’ me
I’m affiliated, with million dollar niggas
Ex-cons, poppers and drug dealers
I’m affiliated, with niggas that ain’t got shit to lose
Doing shit to hit the news
I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho a nigga hot
Still parking Beamers on the block
I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho I’m gettin’ paper
It's the life of a westside banger
