Ben Da Corner An Hop A Gate (Fay Pt.2) (WestSide Gun Freestyle)

[Intro: RX Papi & WestSide Gunn] I promise you We take niggas there (Blrrt), it's where I'm from Yeah (Blrrt) It's where I'm from Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom like for real It's where I'm from Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom I ain't never told you one lie nigga [Verse 1] Momma kick me out, thuggin back in the street Straight to Fay house, knock on the door like "Bro let me sleep" He roll a blunt, throw on a instro and we just float on a beat Shoot at them niggas everyday, you know this war shit get deep Follow in my brothers footsteps, I'ma cook like him Brodie shot the wrong man, all he did was look like him I'm from the trenches, most niggas don't makе it out of there I bend a cornеr, jump a gate, and bitch I'm getting out of there It's 12-12 bags on the counter with residue in 'em Brodie played the trap 3 nights just to buy new denims [Bridge] Yeah, Yeah It's for the trenches for real [Verse 2] My word law where I'm from, we don't even play like that I ain't with that fidgeting at all, reach for my waistline fast Went to prison, praying niggas answer the phone for me Niggas treat me like they wasn't sliding, moving zones with me I ain't get a dollar, nigga i ain't get a soup But niggas call me when it's problems, they know I shoot I'm in the club with it, clutching hard, bugging off a perc pill Got get backs for brodie, I ain't gon' lie, I'm kinda hurt still Pouring six of that shit, start thinking about my first drill Throw fifty in the stick, just wanna see if this bitch work still Baby Z got my heart, I'll put her in my first will Did a lot of dirt, just so you can be clean Coming home late, your momma ask what's that in my jeans I got problems with the whole hood, I'll go to war with the street I used to be cool with them niggas I ain't want shit to do with them niggas Pack my shit, I'm through with them niggas I'll really end up shooting them niggas Brodie tell me I gotta chill cause I got shit I gotta do He call me while I'm tryna drill, he tryna get me in a booth That drac spit This bitch like Lil James with the missing tooth I'm Lil Wayne, cause Papi don't rock with no ceilings too [Spoken: RX Papi] I can't tell you what it take to be a doctor, a lawyer, a ball player, or nothing I can only tell you I be a stand up nigga I can only tell you I be loyal to niggas you gotta be loyal to I can tell you that shit ain't got no price on it Ain't no amount of money in the world should ever make you break that I can tell you about it, stand tall Both your feet, all ten of your toes I can tell you how to be a man I can tell you what it takes to be strong Tell you what it take Show you what it take Shit ain't hard Shit, look at me I come from where you come from, nothing Probably less than nothing I come from the bottom of the bottom Like when you look under your bed, I come from under under under under that When you go to your basement, I'm from under that That shit don't mean nothing though Ten brick walls and cement not gon' stop me I'm really him Showed you that Told you that Proved it a thousand times Before I die, do it a thousand times again Ain't no nigga fucking with me Nobody Nobody This my shit, nigga I'ma make the rules And I'ma break the rules, nigga This shit gon' go my way, or no way If you ain't with me and my niggas, fuck you Fuck you Fuck who you love Fuck what you claim Fuck what you stand for Fuck everything about you, nigga Fuck your momma Fuck your daddy Fuck your kids Fuck your dead homies Fuck everything about you Dawgshit records, nigga, this my shit