Affiliated

Gm Bbm Am Eb Dm Bbm Don't ask me how I do it, watch how I move Am Eb I need every thing fast for me, it ain’t safe cruising Dm Bbm I’m trying to double up on this little money right quick Am Eb ‘Cause when its time to do business, who gonna fund this shit Gm Bbm I hop out, they get to talking, “Look how he walking” Am F I went shopping at Niemans but got my shoes from the Slausson Gm Bbm Corperate street nigga, that won’t change Am Eb Put me in a museum and write ‘LA gangsta, but he was gettin’ paid’ Gm Bbm Watch these niggas before they steal something Am Eb F You ain’t got to tell me your business, don't need to know if you k**l something Gm Bbm I’m too solid boy, Am Eb F If we do business that don't mean you my partner, boy Gm I could said that I’m the realest nigga Bbm Am Eb F But all these real ass niggas ain’t never had to do real shit Gm Bbm So what’s real when you think about it, nigga think about it Am Eb I got my gun I can’t leave without it Gm Bbm I’m affiliated, with million dollar niggas Am Eb Ex-cons, poppers and drug dealers Gm Bbm I’m affiliated, with niggas that ain’t got shit to lose Am Eb F Doing shit to hit the news Gm Bbm I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho a nigga hot Am Eb F Still parkin’ Beamers on the block Gm Bbm I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho I’m gettin’ paper Am Eb F It's the life of a westside banger Gm I’m in my own lane, on a mission, so ain’t no compition Am F Don't talk around these hoes, they come around fishin’ Gm Bbm It’s like clockwork, lets flock to the cash house Am Eb To the stash house then circle right back around Gm Bbm Am Don't need to know if it ain’t beneficial, I don't take pictures with pistols Eb F ‘Cause that the shit they gonna use against you Gm So many people done lost and ain’t go to college Am Eb Everybody got shot or they got prison numbers Gm Bbm Everybody got interrogated Am Eb And I thank God for my niggas that didn’t make no statements Gm The g homies just took a dub Bbm C F I know what you thinking, yeah that sound super long but he coming home Gm Bbm Keep your chin up and your toes down Am Eb F About to slide up Western ‘cause I heard there were some hoes down Gm Bbm Can’t no bitch nigga bother me Am Eb F I’m getting paid, home boy, you ain’t stoppin’ me G Gm Bbm I’m affiliated, with million dollar niggas Am Eb Ex-cons, poppers and drug dealers Gm Bbm I’m affiliated, with niggas that ain’t got shit to lose Am Eb F Doing shit to hit the news Gm Bbm I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho a nigga hot Am Eb F Still parkin’ Beamers on the block Gm Bbm I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho I’m gettin’ paper Am Eb F It's the life of a westside banger