West Side Stories

See I ain't got a style
It's Prince Weird
I'm not the average child
I'm one of the greats
You can't back me down
My right jab is Pacquiao
But my heart is like the money mans
Shout out Big Roof
He used to front me grams
I'm trying to get 100 bands
And imma fail
That's what the teachers told
But I can't tell because I keep a roll
And when I look up
All them teachers broke
Except for Mr. O of course, I heard
He bought a building by the store
He used to teach the girls team
He was the dean
When it ain't come to sports
He'd give me passes
Let me do some chores
I used to sweep around his office
While he think and try to paper sort
I stayed suspended
But he ain't hate me for it
Mr. Brown I used to hate that boy
We'd knuckle up
I tried to break that boy
But end up breaking all my knuckles
In the tussle and got stitches too
I got detention and suspension too
Ain't get expelled
But when they let me back
I just start ditching school
I work them packs
Like I ain't got shit to lose
I copped them ounces
Of that mid from Kierre
Right out his living room
Stayed by TD but got evicted soon
Weird and Nino say it's story time
So let me pick a story
Out my story line
You got me bro
Well show you riding
We gone put you in the mix with this
Aye Nino
Tell them how we kick this shit

Smoking potent, sipping reminiscing
I'm thinking 'bout all them days
Ain't have a pot to piss in
Pops was cooking in the kitchen
I was optimistic
I traded in my basketball
For some rocks and bitches
Now I'm posted in them trenches
Trying to stack and flip it
These streets is vicious
I'm ducking 12
Cause I keep the Smith and
Always been gifted
Got tunnel vision, I'm on a mission
I'm so consistent, I'm focused
I'm on the road to riches
Mixing dope with the doorman
Used to look up to Jordan
I really started from nothing
I had to hustle for it
Posted up in the forest
Was trying to get some porridge
I leveled up, I'm the CEO
Now I feel important
1500 was trapping out Uncle Joe yard
Jugging out the car and the cluckers looking for more hard
Lawler St. pistol toting
I had to keep the steel
Remember nights sliding them glizzies right by Ms. Griffin crib
I do this shit for real
All them years was in the field
Momma said I need to chill
But that shit don't pay the bills
Had to get it how I live it
Stack or starve I see your ribs
I was working bundles, cracking cards and I was hitting cribs
My nigga Weird said it's story time
I'm living what I'm rapping
These are more than rhymes
When John O. died, I was horrified
Grab that chopper let's go fix this shit
The landlord I'm evicting shit
Witness this