I come from the west side of a city that be ghetto and gritty, blue sky with a sunshineyellow and pretty, on my grind I keep it moving like a bed of a city, sunrise to the lunchtimebell I be busy, no time when it's hump time I gotta be privy, somewhat like a punchlinelively and witty, have mercy when it's dump time I'm popping with pity, that's the consequenceof assuming he probably a sissy, I came straight from the gutter talking nothing but rubbish,I'm a cake making brother wait, talk to my luggage, when I shake and bake and pull itout the oven you smell it, paper chasing patty cake and player hating his jealous, * him,I see him smiling, I see him smiling, I see him smiling, I see him smiling, I see himsmiling, when I struggle they love it, pass it by me watching me pop in the clutch onmy bucket, * it, now I got more ducats helping my budget, now I got some scratchto put some fiddles up in my stomach, they call me the slug man, tripping heat up onthe streets, if you're surfing on my block you might get streaked, cause I'm a hustlergrinding every day for pay, you better have my money cause I know it don't play, callme the dope man, pushing weight up on the streets, if you're looking for me you needto holler at me, think I'm a hustler, steady on the grind for high, stacking all my betson my money, I'm a hustler, steady on the grind for high, stacking all my bets on mymoney, cause you know I got some scratch, ain't no winning for losing, you can catchme on 7th street, * cruising, drunk popped up and waved cause I must get paid, Robitussand Lemonade in that HD shade, they trying to catch me down bad but I just can't see,trying to be like Ghetto May but they just can't be, player hated, underrated but Ican't be cloned, roll it back, shined up, check the time zone, I'm throwed up in thelow, forgot my cell phone, I'm hitting the button clean, I'm a wild, I'm * withdro, mo so, I'm a wild, I'm * with dro, mo so, I'm * with dro, mo so, I'm* with dro, mo so, I'm * with dro, I'm * with dro, mo so, I'm *22's for the shoes, candy paint, navy blue, metallic flakes in the paint, dancing underthe moon, white Nikes and tees, players, Macs and Gs, mobbing blocks with Glocks, the West,C-O-A-S-T, Grey Goose in my cup, hydroponic in my suite, with the Frigg sitting neat,in the passenger seat, I'm VIP, baby, with a platinum strut, I'm getting high with time,I'm flying, sipping drag out my cup, I pull up to the set, better known as the stage,little waffles tipping, blazing at a very young age, corner smoking the air, stars brightin the night, I'm feeling right, while alcohol begins impairing my sight, game flowing likea river, steady Mac and the bitches, boy gangsters repping the hoods, and players flossing theridges, being seen with my team, flossing green clean on the scene, riding doves, sheepand up, all I'm living the dream, they call me the slug man, dripping heat up all thesestreets, if you're surfing on my block, you might get streets, because I'm a hustler,grinding every day for play, you better have my money, because I know we don't play,they call me the slug man, dripping heat up all these streets, if you're surfing on myblock, you might get streets, because I'm a hustler, grinding every day for play, youbetter have my money, because I know we don't play, they call me the slug man, drippingheat up all these streets, if you're surfing on my block, you might get streets, because I'm aYou need to holla at me.You need to holla at me.