[Intro]
Gm Bbm
Am Eb

[Verse 1].
Dm                        Bbm
Don't ask me how I do it, watch how I move
               Am                   Eb
I need every thing fast for me, it ain’t safe cruising
Dm                                      Bbm
I’m trying to double up on this little money right quick
                Am                              Eb
‘Cause when its time to do business, who gonna fund this shit
      Gm                              Bbm
I hop out, they get to talking, “Look how he walking”
         Am                            F
I went shopping at Niemans but got my shoes from the Slausson
          Gm                          Bbm
Corperate street nigga, that won’t change
             Am                                   Eb
Put me in a museum and write ‘LA gangsta, but he was gettin’ paid’
Gm                              Bbm
Watch these niggas before they steal something
                  Am                                   Eb           F
You ain’t got to tell me your business, don't need to know if you kill something
Gm            Bbm
I’m too solid boy,
          Am                   Eb                  F
If we do business that don't mean you my partner, boy
Gm
I could said that I’m the realest nigga
              Bbm                    Am                    Eb F
But all these real ass niggas ain’t never had to do real shit
           Gm                              Bbm
So what’s real when you think about it, nigga think about it
Am                     Eb
I got my gun I can’t leave without it

[Chorus]
Gm                     Bbm
I’m affiliated, with million dollar niggas
Am          Eb
Ex-cons, poppers and drug dealers
Gm                                 Bbm
I’m affiliated, with niggas that ain’t got shit to lose
Am                     Eb  F
Doing shit to hit the news
Gm                                    Bbm
I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho a nigga hot
Am             Eb               F
Still parkin’ Beamers on the block
Gm                                    Bbm
I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho I’m gettin’ paper
Am                  Eb        F
It's the life of a westside banger

[Verse 2]
           Gm
I’m in my own lane, on a mission, so ain’t no compition
Am                       F
Don't talk around these hoes, they come around fishin’
Gm                          Bbm
It’s like clockwork, lets flock to the cash house
Am                       Eb
To the stash house then circle right back around
Gm                               Bbm                      Am
Don't need to know if it ain’t beneficial, I don't take pictures with pistols
                Eb                F
‘Cause that the shit they gonna use against you
Gm
So many people done lost and ain’t go to college
Am                               Eb
Everybody got shot or they got prison numbers
Gm                Bbm
Everybody got interrogated
              Am                           Eb
And I thank God for my niggas that didn’t make no statements
        Gm
The g homies just took a dub
Bbm                        C                           F
I know what you thinking, yeah that sound super long but he coming home
Gm                         Bbm
Keep your chin up and your toes down
          Am                       Eb                     F
About to slide up Western ‘cause I heard there were some hoes down
Gm                      Bbm
Can’t no bitch nigga bother me
            Am                         Eb          F
I’m getting paid, home boy, you ain’t stoppin’ me (G)

[Chorus]
Gm                     Bbm
I’m affiliated, with million dollar niggas
Am          Eb
Ex-cons, poppers and drug dealers
Gm                                 Bbm
I’m affiliated, with niggas that ain’t got shit to lose
Am                     Eb  F
Doing shit to hit the news
Gm                                    Bbm
I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho a nigga hot
Am             Eb               F
Still parkin’ Beamers on the block
Gm                                    Bbm
I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho I’m gettin’ paper
Am                  Eb        F
It's the life of a westside banger