[Verse 1]
Don't ask me how I do it, watch how I move
I need every thing fast for me, it ain’t safe cruising
I’m trying to double up on this little money right quick
‘Cause when its time to do business, who gonna fund this shit
I hop out, they get to talking, “Look how he walking”
I went shopping at Niemans but got my shoes from the Slauson
Corporate street n***a, that won’t change
Put me in a museum and write ‘LA gangsta, but he was gettin’ paid’
Watch these n***as 'fore they steal something
You ain’t got to tell me your business, don't need to know if you just killed something
I’m too solid boy, Broadway boy
If we do business that don't mean you my partner, boy
I could've said that I’m the realest n***a
But all these real ass n***as ain’t never had to do no real shit
So what’s real when you think about it, n***a think about it
I got my gun I can’t leave without it

[Chorus]
I’m affiliated, with million dollar n***as
Ex-cons, flockers and drug dealers
I’m affiliated, with n***as that ain’t got shit to lose
Doing shit to hit the news
I can’t leave the streets alone, even though a n***a hot
I'm still parkin’ Beamers on the block
I can’t leave the streets alone, even though I’m gettin’ famous
The life of a westside banger
[Verse 2]
I’m in my own lane on a mission, so ain’t no competition
Don't talk around these hoes, they come around fishin’
It’s like clockwork, lets flock to the cash house
To the stash house then circle right back around
Don't need to know if it ain’t beneficial, I ain't take pictures with pistols
‘Cause that the shit they gonna use against you
So many people done 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 n***as that didn’t make no statements
The G homie just took a dub
I know what you thinking, yeah, that sound super long but he coming home
Keep your chin up and your toes down
About to slide up Western ‘cause I heard there was some hoes down
Can’t no bitch n***a bother me
I’m getting paid, home boy, you ain’t stoppin’ me
G

[Chorus]
I’m affiliated, with million dollar n***as
Ex-cons, flockers, drug dealers
I’m affiliated, with n***as that ain’t got shit to lose
Doing shit to hit the news
I can’t leave the streets alone, even though a n***a hot
I'm still parking Beamers on the block
I can’t leave the streets alone, even though I’m gettin’ famous
The life of a westside banger