G Perico - Affiliated lyrics

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 sh** I hop out, they get to talking, “Look how he walking” I went shopping at Niemans but got my shoes from the Slausson Corperate 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 before they steal something You ain’t got to tell me your business, don't need to know if you k** something I’m too solid boy, [?] If we do business that don't mean you my partner, boy I could said that I’m the realest n***a But all these real a** n***as ain’t never had to do real sh** So what’s real when you think about it, n***a think about it I got my gun I can’t leave without it I’m affiliated, with million dollar n***as Ex-cons, poppers and drug dealers I’m affiliated, with n***as that ain’t got sh** to lose Doing sh** to hit the news I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho a n***a hot Still parkin’ Beamers on the block I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho I’m gettin’ paper It's the life of a westside banger I’m in my own lane, on a mission, so ain’t no compition 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 don't take pictures with pistols ‘Cause that the sh** they gonna use against you So many people done lost and ain’t 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 homies 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 were some hoes down Can’t no b**h n***a bother me I’m getting paid, home boy, you ain’t stoppin’ me I’m affiliated, with million dollar n***as Ex-cons, poppers and drug dealers I’m affiliated, with n***as that ain’t got sh** to lose Doing sh** to hit the news I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho a n***a hot Still parking Beamers on the block I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho I’m gettin’ paper It's the life of a westside banger