Affiliated lyrics

[Verse 1]
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*t
I hop out, they get to talking, “Look how he walking”
I went shopping at Niemans but got my shoes from the Slauson
Corporate street n*gga, that won’t change
Put me in a museum and write ‘LA gangsta, but he was gettin’ paid’
Watch these n*ggas 'fore they steal something
You ain’t got to tell me your business, don't need to know if you just killed something
I’m too solid boy, Broadway boy
If we do business that don't mean you my partner, boy
I could've said that I’m the realest n*gga
But all these real ass n*ggas ain’t never had to do no real sh*t
So what’s real when you think about it, n*gga think about it
I got my gun I can’t leave without it

[Chorus]
I’m affiliated, with million dollar n*ggas
Ex-cons, flockers and drug dealers
I’m affiliated, with n*ggas that ain’t got sh*t to lose
Doing sh*t to hit the news
I can’t leave the streets alone, even though a n*gga hot
I'm still parkin’ Beamers on the block
I can’t leave the streets alone, even though I’m gettin’ famous
The life of a westside banger
[Verse 2]
I’m in my own lane on a mission, so ain’t no competition
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 ain't take pictures with pistols
‘Cause that the sh*t they gonna use against you
So many people done lost and ain’t nobody go to college
Everybody got shot or they got prison numbers
Everybody got interrogated
And I thank God for my n*ggas that didn’t make no statements
The G homie 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 was some hoes down
Can’t no b*tch n*gga bother me
I’m getting paid, home boy, you ain’t stoppin’ me
G

[Chorus]
I’m affiliated, with million dollar n*ggas
Ex-cons, flockers, drug dealers
I’m affiliated, with n*ggas that ain’t got sh*t to lose
Doing sh*t to hit the news
I can’t leave the streets alone, even though a n*gga hot
I'm still parking Beamers on the block
I can’t leave the streets alone, even though I’m gettin’ famous
The life of a westside banger