Affiliated

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 'fore they steal something You ain't got to tell me your business, don't need to know if you just killed something I'm too solid boy, Broadway boy If we do business that don't mean you my partner, boy I could've said that I'm the realest nigga But all these real ass niggas ain't never had to do no 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 [Chorus] I'm affiliated, with million dollar niggas Ex-cons, flockers 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 though a nigga hot I'm still parkin' Beamers on the block I can't leave the streets alone, even though I'm gettin' famous The life of a westside banger [Verse 2] I'm in my own lane on a mission, so ain't no competition 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 ain't take pictures with pistols 'Cause that the shit they gonna use against you So many people done lost and ain't nobody 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 homie 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 was some hoes down Can't no bitch nigga bother me I'm getting paid, home boy, you ain't stoppin' me G [Chorus] I'm affiliated, with million dollar niggas Ex-cons, flockers, 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 though a nigga hot I'm still parking Beamers on the block I can't leave the streets alone, even though I'm gettin' famous The life of a westside banger