[Intro]
IsThatTrey

[Verse 1: G-Perico]
My spot got hit, Lil G Slim got shot on a lick
N***a, I was sick, live fast, die young, that's the life of a Crip
My boy got ID'd down at the station
He's still locked up and it's ten years later
Free K-Swiss, Big Mansfield Gangster's
That's my Loc, known him since the fifth grade
On the yard where I learned to play spades
Learned how to make a jailhouse shank
In the tank, n***as calling out fades
Win, lose or draw, can't turn down a thing
When I first got shot, my mind went blank
Start busting back 'til I knew I was safe
A few hours later I was standing on stage
Bullet wounds fresh, crowd going crazy
Yeah, that South Central madness
The shit I been through turnеd me into a savage
If they madе a movie 'bout my life it'd be a classic
No lie, I had roaches crawling on my mattress
Yeah, and I wouldn't change shit
If it wasn't Broadway, I wouldn't bang shit
Tiny Rocc, Lil Wide, them my motherfuckin' Crips
2Eleven got me fly as shit
The price keep going up every single summer
How can I lose when I came in with nothing?
Can I take a M and turn it to a hundred?
Baby Gangster Slim straight out the hundreds
Up in the spot weighing out onions
Let me say this shit again, I really come from nothing
Dope dealer, go getter, in the streets swinging four wheelers
Dope dealer, go getter, The Innerprize Clicc run South Central
[Skit: G Perico + unknown voice]
What’s happening tho’ bro?
Hey bro, aye a n***a got one. It’s like two tickets in that motherfucker, n***a
Yeah?
N***a, on my mama n***a it’s in on
When we going?
N***a, we finna go like later on tonight
Oh it’s on, it’s up, i’m ready!
Alright
Alright