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Where you from home boy?


West side of Compton

With a nigga come through with too much blue

Niggas is knockin on mamas

Grab me a breakfast, roll out my knockers

Share a tocca with my 15 year old partners

No wifies but my youngins is all pockin

And no matter how much I preach to em, they ain’t stopping

Love it like I should, even though I don’t bang no

But if I did yall would already know what I played woa


Where you from home boy?


NY City, 6th in town exact

Now what it is with that?

When an eagle’s out there, ho saved your linics til 6

Mine’s got some shit, we have to move to them bricks

Not the project, you hear?

Left of McCane, right on the 100 and 3rd

Town out pickin, that’s where I met all my foolies

Right where my goonies all shit

Before I bust me a bitch I rep the 106


Where you from home boy?


I’m from the west side of Riders, is anybody killa?

You can be like Mike but you sure can’t be like Miller

We don’t care about no red, we don’t care about no blue

And we don’t care bout who your cousin if he’s on it’s fuck you

Yea we wearin golden blue

Michigan, Wolverines

A hundred guns in that hood, it ain’t none, nothing clean

Nigga didn’t won the war, well that’s what it’s gonna see

And I love the OG’s but ain’t no disciplining me

Bitches acting like they with it, it’s police so they be brave

And I ain’t finna touch a bitch, my lil sister catch the faye

Head in between the bitch lap but ain’t got braze

I’m just on my gutta shit, living with my gutta bitch

Looking with my hustla bitch, she can east side hustle quip

She squabbled with my mafia bitch, but it’s fam so we don’t trip


And hold up, hold up cub

Let’s go ahead and get onto this bread shit ah?


Whutchu sellin home boy?


Pepe Z and some nice pills

Little night drill, the middle man a few white deals

Hustlin flow on the go, livin that life still

But never full time, just had to pay a few light bills

Copped a few whips cuz a nigga got my skills

Pimp the bitch for some chips and after workin my swag will

Trees getting that E while I wait for the right deal

But hit me if you lookin for fly still, you understand?


Whutchu sellin home boy?


Dub satch, my nigga Cass

Started off on 106, I even sold a lil hash

Made a couple on the flip, me and my bro was pushin zips

Made it to peaves but never really fuck with D

He had me on my paper weights, packin straight

Syllables to 22 and 28, in Vegas had over 58

Hundred packs of 300, should I have push the B’s?

Til I started sellin these wraps to the big homie from the beach


Whutchu sellin home boy?


Kush bags on dick

Sold a little pussy, shootin it out on fig

So the white girl, both ways getting it in

And I can only thank God, ain’t never seen a pimp

Boys hit the spot, call me time, don’t bend

Make bail, don’t fail, we back open again

Dubs for the 15, dons for the 7

Started with a G and already stacked me 11


God it ain’t home boy

Who you shot home boy?


Man, hold up hold up hold up

Man you going too far now nigga I’m not saying that 

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