Ben Da Corner An Hop A Gate (Fay Pt2) (WestSide Gun Freestyle) lyrics

I promise you
We take n*ggas there, it's where I'm from
Yeah
It's where I'm from like for real
It's where I'm from
I ain't never told you one lie n*gga

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 n*ggas everyday, you know this war sh*t 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 n*ggas don't makе it out of there
I bend a cornеr, jump a gate, and b*tch 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

Yeah, Yeah
It's for the trenches for real

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 n*ggas answer the phone for me
n*ggas treat me like they wasn't sliding, moving zones with me
I ain't get a dollar, n*gga i ain't get a soup
But n*ggas 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 sh*t, start thinking about my first drill
Throw fifty in the stick, just wanna see if this b*tch 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 n*ggas
I ain't want sh*t to do with them n*ggas
Pack my sh*t, I'm through with them n*ggas
I'll really end up shooting them n*ggas
Brodie tell me I gotta chill cause I got sh*t I gotta do
He call me while I'm tryna drill, he tryna get me in a booth
That drac spit
This b*tch like Lil James with the missing tooth
I'm Lil Wayne, cause Papi don't rock with no ceilings too
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 n*gga
I can only tell you I be loyal to n*ggas you gotta be loyal to
I can tell you that sh*t 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
sh*t ain't hard
sh*t, 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 sh*t 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 n*gga f*cking with me
Nobody
Nobody
This my sh*t, n*gga
I'ma make the rules
And I'ma break the rules, n*gga
This sh*t gon' go my way, or no way
If you ain't with me and my n*ggas, f*ck you
f*ck you
f*ck who you love
f*ck what you claim
f*ck what you stand for
f*ck everything about you, n*gga
f*ck your momma
f*ck your daddy
f*ck your kids
f*ck your dead homies
f*ck everything about you
Dogsh*t records, n*gga, this my sh*t