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G Perico
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Nash
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Don't ask me how I do it
Watch I move
I need everything fast for me, it ain't safe cruisin'
I'm tryna double up on this lil' money right quick
'Cause when it's time to do business, who gon' fund this shit?
I hop out, they get to talkin', look how he walkin'
I'm always shoppin' at Neiman's, but got my shoes from the Slauson
Corporate street ****, that won't change
Put me in a museum and write
"L.A. Gangster", but he was gettin' paid
Watch these **** 'fore they steal somethin'
You ain't gotta tell me your business, don't
Need to know if you just killed somethin'
I'm too solid, boy, far away, boy
If we do business, then that don't mean you my partner, boy
I coulda said that I'm the realest nig
But all these real-ass **** ain't
Never had to do no real shit
So what's real when you think about it?
****, think about it
I got my gun, I can't leave without it, aye
[Verse 2]
I'm affiliated
With million dollar ****
Ex-cons, flockers, drug dealers
I'm affiliated
With **** that ain't got shit to lose
Doin' shit to hit the news
[Verse 3]
I can't leave the streets alone even though a **** hot
I'm still parkin' bimmers on the block
I can't leave the streets alone even though I'm gettin' famous
The life of a west side banger
[Verse 4]
I'm in my own lane on the metrics, so ain't no competition
Don't talk around these hoes, they comin' 'round fishin'
It's like clockwork, the spot to the cash house
To the stash house, to serve it right back around
Don't need to know if it ain't been official
I ain't takin' pictures with pistols
'Cause that's the shit that they gon' use against you
So many people that lost
And ain't nobody go to college
Everybody got shot or they got prison numbers
Everybody got interrogated
And I thank God for my **** that didn't make no statements
The G homie just took the dub
I know what you thinkin'
Yeah, that sounds super long, but he comin' home
Keep your chin up and your toes down
'Bout to slide up Western, 'cause I heard it was some how's down
Can't no bitch **** bother me
I'm gettin' paid, homeboy, you ain't stoppin' me
[Verse 5]
I'm affiliated
With million dollar ****
Ex-cons, flockers, drug dealers
I'm affiliated
With **** that ain't got shit to lose
Doin' shit to hit the news
[Verse 6]
I can't leave the streets alone even though a **** hot
I'm still parkin' bimmers on the block
I can't leave the streets alone even though I'm gettin' famous
The life of a west side banger
[Verse 7]
I'm affiliated
Affiliated
I'm affiliated
I'm affiliated
Written by: Christian St. James Cleveland, Composer Unknown, Jeremy Nash