Dirty Eastside Son Of A Gun (WestSide Gun Freestyle)

[Verse]

Don't mind the syringes on the floor

Two by fours on the door

That's how every house I live in gotta come

My momma told me be careful

I told momma I gotta gun

I had problems with some niggas up the street and got 'em wacked

I told 'em stop me when I'm lying but they didn't cause I ain't cap

I got wax bags for you

I'm fresh as shit at the blender

He build that money if he want, we'll stretch the shit out a nigga

My momma say I'm like my dad

I think I'm more like my brother

I don't care who you compare me to

Just don't compare me to a sucker

I sold dope as a teen

Leftover coke in my jeans

We left smoke on the scene

We went to war for what we believe

Niggas dying over corners

Niggas dying over names

I'll pull that iron out my drawers and knock a nigga out the frame

Nigga I'm the motherfucker smack man

Thought I was out they pulled me back in

They used to call me Fleechy back then

I really ran around with a MAC 10

Got my brother in the feds

That shit be fucking up my head

Look to my right like you the one that's supposed to help me count the bread

I wake my daughter out the sleep

I plant kisses on her cheek

She beg daddy not to leave

Well Papi gotta hit the street

Don't you want the new Jordans?

You wanna slide new foreigns?

You wanna come to daddy's house, your momma crib too boring?

Fay told me to really rap

Talk for the trap I'm really that

He build that money I really blat

Get niggas hit back to back

All alone I don't see nobody

I ain't never need nobody

Face say I move like Gotti

I'm a real made man

I ain't hit the club with the bros

Nah I rather stay in

I got dog with the gray tint

Auntie say it's a straight 10

All I know is get that money

None of my niggas like G Money

Split a dollar when we was hungry

Back out the rocket caught him lunching

Niggas will take the coat off your back

Strip the shoes off your feet

Put a pistol in your face and make you move off the street

I go to war by myself

I kept my sword by my belt

Ricky tried to my bike

Ask him how his jaw felt

I ain't never been a pussy

I'm not a nigga you can bully

I'm in the trap, it's me and Guala

If I don't know him I'ma rob him

I come from a broken home

Cooked dope on a broken stove

Porter with me he know his role

If shit look funny up the pole

I ain't worried bout nobody

My niggas move like the mob

He left town when it was beef

They put the tool to his mom

The one in charge, bitch I'm Marlo

I dropped the bag and get them all smoked

I'm in the cut like where Waldo

Told Auntie "I ran out of blow"

With that boy I'm the pope

I gave all my niggas hope

Brodie told me I'm the one

In the kitchen I'm Lebron

Jump out the wheel and get it done

We turn niggas into runts

Papi do his own stunts

Lit your brother in the blunt

[Outro]

I ain't one of them you know like

Where I'm from it's hard to make it out, it's real hard