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Westside Gunn - Ben Da Corner An Hop A Gate Fay Pt2 Westside Gun Freestyle Lyrics

Ben Da Corner An Hop A Gate (Fay Pt.2) (WestSide Gun Freestyle) Lyrics(Intro: RX Papi & WestSide Gunn)
I promise you
We take niggas there (Blrrt), it's where I'm from
Yeah (Blrrt)
It's where I'm from
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom like for real
It's where I'm from Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
I ain't never told you one lie nigga

(Verse 1)
Momma kick me out, thuggin back in the street
Straight to Fay house, knock on the door like "Bro let me sleep"
He roll a blunt, throw on a instro and we just float on a beat
Shoot at them niggas everyday, you know this war shit get deep
Follow in my brothers footsteps, I'ma cook like him
Brodie shot the wrong man, all he did was look likе him
I'm from the trenches, most niggas don't makе it out of there
I bend a corner, jump a gate, and bitch I'm getting out of there
It's 12-12 bags on the counter with residue in 'em
Brodie played the trap 3 nights just to buy new denims

(Bridge)
Yeah, Yeah
It's for the trenches for real

(Verse 2)
My word law where I'm from, we don't even play like that
I ain't with that fidgeting at all, reach for my waistline fast
Went to prison, praying niggas answer the phone for me
Niggas treat me like they wasn't sliding, moving zones with me
I ain't get a dollar, nigga i ain't get a soup
But niggas call me when it's problems, they know I shoot
I'm in the club with it, clutching hard, bugging off a perc pill
Got get backs for brodie, I ain't gon' lie, I'm kinda hurt still
Pouring six of that shit, start thinking about my first drill
Throw fifty in the stick, just wanna see if this bitch work still
Baby Z got my heart, I'll put her in my first will
Did a lot of dirt, just so you can be clean
Coming home late, your momma ask what's that in my jeans
I got problems with the whole hood, I'll go to war with the street
I used to be cool with them niggas
I ain't want shit to do with them niggas
Pack my shit, I'm through with them niggas
I'll really end up shooting them niggas
Brodie tell me I gotta chill cause I got shit I gotta do
He call me while I'm tryna drill, he tryna get me in a booth
That drac spit
This bitch like Lil James with the missing tooth
I'm Lil Wayne, cause Papi don't rock with no ceilings too

(Spoken: RX Papi)
I can't tell you what it take to be a doctor, a lawyer, a ball player, or nothing
I can only tell you I be a stand up nigga
I can only tell you I be loyal to niggas you gotta be loyal to
I can tell you that shit ain't got no price on it
Ain't no amount of money in the world should ever make you break that
I can tell you about it, stand tall
Both your feet, all ten of your toes
I can tell you how to be a man
I can tell you what it takes to be strong
Tell you what it take
Show you what it take
Shit ain't hard
Shit, look at me
I come from where you come from, nothing
Probably less than nothing
I come from the bottom of the bottom
Like when you look under your bed, I come from under under under under that
When you go to your basement, I'm from under that
That shit don't mean nothing though
Ten brick walls and cement not gon' stop me
I'm really him
Showed you that
Told you that
Proved it a thousand times
Before I die, do it a thousand times again
Ain't no nigga fucking with me
Nobody
Nobody
This my shit, nigga
I'ma make the rules
And I'ma break the rules, nigga
This shit gon' go my way, or no way
If you ain't with me and my niggas, fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck who you love
Fuck what you claim
Fuck what you stand for
Fuck everything about you, nigga
Fuck your momma
Fuck your daddy
Fuck your kids
Fuck your dead homies
Fuck everything about you
Dawgshit records, nigga, this my shit