Wasn't bout the money and I never took the perks
Loyal to the gang but I wasn't in the church
Came a long way from the avenue
I was throwing up gun signs I was banging on the ave

I was sixteen I had to pay the price
I was on the corner drug dealing at times
I ain't no crip I was never in the sights
I'm a local gun I was on the other side

Mama couldn't deal with my stress and my pride
Knew it was wrong but it felt just right
Game took me out and I got shot twice
Took the bullet for my gang and the westside

Never thought my bros would be down just to ridе
Never stop banging cuz it rained еvery night
Isn't it strange that shit gets strange
Old man G.L.E. died playing games
Laid a hundred rounds on his driveway

Put him in the ground he a victim to the game
Imma keep the change but my pain feels the same
The difference to my bros when I'm around saint james
Sometimes I wish I could change my ways
I don't wanna smoke but the smoke made me haze
Could've saved my bros shit happens anyways
I never thought my bros would be down just to ride
Never thought I'd leave just to leave my side

Lost a couple tears I was down the westside
Isn't it strange that shit gets strange
Old man G.L.E. died playing games
Laid a hundred rounds on his driveway
Put him in the ground he a victim to the game