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Yeah Ayy, Westside Gunn, what's happenin' though? It's your boy P Worthy Tappin' in all the way from the west side of Bompton You feel me? This for my Park niggas, keep shit brackin', we at the park, nigga Nella West, can't forget about none of my Park Millers The ride or die, Pro Club rockers with Corduroy slippers Lean sippers, tall can drinkin' on English malt liquor Day one, some homies is still in there fightin' hot ones Shootin' dice in front of heads up until the cops come Big homies still at HQ, that's how the block run Gunn told me, "Talk that shit", so I'ma do that (I'ma do that) Car pullin' up we don't know, niggas like, "Who that?" Berioso, shit get real, homie, mafioso Couple keys in the trunk, got 'em off the boatload On my way to Vegas with L and Ocho, woo I'm from where anything is possible, nigga Where we at with it? It's possible when the obstacles and the odds is against you that you faced with Impatient, but I had to take it back to the basics Fresh out the youth, he a couple months in that placement (Uh huh) Third case tether bond, placed me on the ankle bracelet Letras de cancionesMurder doin' drug traffic, never wrote or made a statement (Not once) Left two bodies on the scene, they thought they both were gang related Bruno got rid of the street, Jermaine ran, but he slipped I was coppin' four and a half, break dancin' the big Free my main mans in the brig, for the 'caine, did what it did The neighbors kept callin' the hood, sendin' ravens to the spig Was high profile, stayed in my lane, made it my biz Wasn't nowhere to be found when the feds raided the crib We was outro, said they found a yopper and a AR Was off the grid, but now them bitches got me on they radar Did the chicken noodle soup, turned 10 to grey turk All these pigeons in this coupe, feel like the Birdman Jr Hooked up with the con creatures, cookin' up them fried penguins Lookin' at a five piece just ridin' with this nickel Got lime in the [?], got hitman hired to hit you Bro got popped with them bricks, I wish I was drivin' when they flicked you Would've fleeted from the scene, you know if I was have been with you Would've took one for the team, wouldn't've never let them frisk you Partly responsible for me graduating the distro' I did the impossible and made it out of my sitcho', whatever Ayo, used to pay 18.5 for the whole thing Then the feds brought down BMF, shit ain't been the same (Ah) Then ChineGun got killed, then I had to do it big Me and slime mobbin' on the yard, fuckin' with the kid I came home baggin' up, then I violated (Then I violated) You ever shot somebody you love 'cause they violated? (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Pistol in your mouth like annihilator (Like annihilator) Could have fucked your bitch, but I'd be downgradin' (But I'd be downgradin) Auto Mick nickels with the pistol, get your issue (Boom, boom, boom) Eatin' new wave, beat the pot, instrumental (Ah) Smile Johnny Dang, 30K for the dental (Ah) You in a Maybach, the only thing, that shit a rental (Skrt) From Letras Mania