East Vs West

(IllWill313)
Ayy
On everything, ayy
Growin' on the East, I seen a lot of shit
'Member old girl?
Even after that, I fucked a lot of bitches
I miss you, bro

R.I.P. to Scooter, I lost a lot of feelings (How you coming?)
Z06, my nigga, that's without the ceiling (On my mama, ayy)
My youngin doin' a hundred, that's without a picture (Free them boys, ayy)
No family at all, bitch, we kill for a cost
You get half off on the Xans, but ain't no deal on the dog
Like Colin Kaepernick, ayy, bitch, just take a knee
These niggas out here fastin', really hate to eat
Probably catch me in traffic, nigga (With what?)
A thirty-two and my savage with me (Some buffs)
Shit, we came from the ground up
I know it hurt you niggas when these bitches hound us
Ayy, I'll really blow this bitch if I don't sound tough
And I ain't braggin', my nigga, I'm more than active, my nigga
I really hit niggas' head, that ain't no cappin', my nigga

We really came from the basement, we in the attic on niggas
We come through swingin' them choppers and we ain't laughin' with niggas
They was scared of O, we was blastin' at niggas
Ayy, where the mask and the blender? A young scandalous nigga
The feds swoopin' my niggas and it damaged a nigga
Tend to get a nigga four like I'm gamblin' with it
Your mans told on lil' bro, a whole panther came with it
Nigga, pistol in the party, the dancer came with it
Give that bitch thirty-five hundred, a nigga cancel your Christmas
Still play with white squares like I fuck in the dentist
Still'll snatch you out your shit without askin' permission
Trust me, I live it
Seen it or did it, remember it vivid
You been pussy since middle school, I know you ain't with it
So hot, Dugg, we shoot the video, they might come get us
I up this MAC, it's quiet in the room like I'm takin' attendance

A lot of residue from whippin', Mas', I'm takin' the dishes
Been in love and fell out, shit, I had to forget it
Two hundred thousand in the couch, shit, I'm still from the trenches
My niggas fightin' for they life, I pray it's fourth and some inches
Prosecutors playin' goalline D
I'm in it for the money, let my hoes find beef
For all my bros I don't see, hope y'all make it out
I thought that they was hatin' then, shit, they hatin' now
Shit so crazy in the 10, came from fuckin' with the twins
Niggas killed my lil' mans, couldn't even say the route
She like, "Dugg, give me the apartment," you can take the house
Came from sippin' on a rose, now we Ace-in' now
Niggas tellin' on my bros, yeah, them statements out
Might not never see my nigga, but I'm wishin'
Take me back to 2010, shit was different
R.I.P. my nigga Soda, yeah, I miss him

Grew up on the Westside, seen a lot of shit
Quick to up my pistol, hit a lot of licks, yeah
A nigga said our name and we was poppin' shit
Even to this day, we still droppin' shit
Know you niggas pussy, we the opposite
Hit him from the corner, Stojaković
The spot so damn hot, I wanna hide the bitch
Took a lot of risks to get an icy wrist
Your bitch get in the way and we'll murk the bitch
So many B's in the crib, we need the curtains fixed
Your mans out of state, man, they cursive quick
Two straps on me, I'm Urkel, bitch
I'm tryna stack it up like that Oprah bitch
Money