Lyrics:
homie I'm watched by the police
Cops out patrollin', grab a Glock-40
Snipe at the squad car, story notinh
Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, wack
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
just kill a man"
I don't fuck with them
Niggas from her projects
They're on section eight but
Niggas cars are straight
They ain't out in the day
Time
(Reaching different objects)
I ain't tryna go back to them days in them projects (no)
I don't know about y'all but I'm tired of letting the streets take my
I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back (oh shit)
What now, nigga? What now?
What? Brewster Projects, nigga
One shot, two shot, three
I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back (oh shit)
What now, nigga? What now?
What? Brewster Projects, nigga
One shot, two shot, three
you left da bag to just went shoppin again
I hope she bought the kid pampers
And you callin yo lawyer up and he ain't got no answers
Judge trippin you
slangin
Ain't no tamin Westside gangbangin
What do I got get high for, what would I lie for
And what would I die for
Westside is the best
despite my frequent asthma attacks
I got my world on my back and my shoulders
It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings
Ignorance is bliss, kick a bad habit
of my closest dogs
To the same beef
I forgot how it feel to win
I forgot how it feel
I forgot
I forgot how it feel to win
I forgot how it feel
I
Nothing stopping you to get it
I get it
How many niggas like me think different
How many friends you got that's critics
Blinded by victory they can't see me
Chorus:
Ok baby you got it
I might put you in some Prada
Whatever you want, it’s not a problem
I might empty out my wallet
Cause baby your loves
These rappers are neeks, they ain't clapping on heat
They're just rapping on beats
Put a akh in Kameez with a passion for beef
Got your slag on her
the worst time project I’ve gotten
By a large margin
Nah
But really you done got me piecing puzzles
Pictures of my life I didn’t need
But they here
So
Fuck it
if you ain't got no haters you ain't popping
I got pussy niggas, I got bitches pocket watching
I got blue hundreds on me in LA
I come straight from
Aint complex like a girl who is convex
At the bank I'm picking up dimes
On break time
Why I cut lines and cut ties
No surprise what i got in stock
540 off it
Understood young heating the knife
Makes those quick profits (For sure)
But fuck it, grew up project's OGs got locked
Police shot ... in
Yea!
BRN CYPHER 21
Uh!
BRN ain't for the weak I said, Yeah
BRN ain't for the weak I said, Yeah
Time is money, see I'm a golden chance
That means
shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep
Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
no beef I'm just saying this is me now
I ain't got no beef I'm just saying this is me now
I ain't got no beef I'm just saying this is me now
I ain't
the location from your homies
They just got you took (Got you took)
I do all this shit by my lonely
Ain't hard as it looks (Ain't hard)
1080, that's the slogan
nigga go sit on a pool stick
No I ain't bishop but I got the juice bitch
All of this money keep making my crew lit
You on the other side bored as a bitch
they comprehend us
We just trynna get rich
Get some money
Can't beef 'bout no bitch
She ain't honest
I do not wanna talk
Call another day
Hop in the Stu
but these niggas ain't hearin' me
Mossberg pump, I'm ridin' shotgun literally (damn)
Live from the projects, you know what it is
Ayy, Snowman (what
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