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<br />
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