I come from the west side of a city that be ghetto and gritty, blue sky with a sunshine
yellow and pretty, on my grind I keep it moving like a bed of a city, sunrise to the lunchtime
bell I be busy, no time when it's hump time I gotta be privy, somewhat like a punchline
lively and witty, have mercy when it's dump time I'm popping with pity, that's the consequence
of 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 it
out 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 him
smiling, when I struggle they love it, pass it by me watching me pop in the clutch on
my bucket, * it, now I got more ducats helping my budget, now I got some scratch
to put some fiddles up in my stomach, they call me the slug man, tripping heat up on
the streets, if you're surfing on my block you might get streaked, cause I'm a hustler
grinding every day for pay, you better have my money cause I know it don't play, call
me the dope man, pushing weight up on the streets, if you're looking for me you need
to holler at me, think I'm a hustler, steady on the grind for high, stacking all my bets
on my money, I'm a hustler, steady on the grind for high, stacking all my bets on my
money, cause you know I got some scratch, ain't no winning for losing, you can catch
me on 7th street, * cruising, drunk popped up and waved cause I must get paid, Robituss
and 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 I
can't be cloned, roll it back, shined up, check the time zone, I'm throwed up in the
low, forgot my cell phone, I'm hitting the button clean, I'm a wild, I'm * with
dro, mo so, I'm a wild, I'm * with dro, mo so, I'm * with dro, mo so, I'm
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22's for the shoes, candy paint, navy blue, metallic flakes in the paint, dancing under
the 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 bright
in the night, I'm feeling right, while alcohol begins impairing my sight, game flowing like
a river, steady Mac and the bitches, boy gangsters repping the hoods, and players flossing the
ridges, being seen with my team, flossing green clean on the scene, riding doves, sheep
and up, all I'm living the dream, they call me the slug man, dripping heat up all these
streets, 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 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 my block, you might get streets, because I'm a
You need to holla at me.
You need to holla at me.