Westside Cory - Xtra Lyrics

It was me ceejay lil flare and young money savage and i cannot forget bout jamarr
Hearing our stomachs growling everday
Now look at us
Who'd ever knew we would make it this far
Remember swirving lane to lane in my car
Only thing on my brain was suicidal thoughts
Forreal
I looked in the mirror and i saw a beast
And i swear to god that i'm ready to feast
Alot of you ni**as yall claiming to be
Alot of you ni**as is not from the streets
Now why in the f*uck would i wife me a thot?
So i can work hard while she sit back and plot
Debating on putting my wrist in a pot
Little Rascals done came and took over the block
If you ain't making moves get the f*uck out the way
Pu**y boy wanna play invite him to the place
Let him smoke on some gas put the glock to his face
(POW) Looks like i caught me a case
(DRIP) My swag on ocean spray
(H**) You can get f*ck'ed by the gang
(HUH) I do not f*ck with these lames
They false claiming running round screaming gang

And thats on everything i love bro
On my dead child bro
These niggas not who they claiming to be bro
On big brotha and them bro
I swear to god bro
I cant f*ck with these ni**as what so ever bro
These ni**as is not who they claiming to be fair warning
Becareful

I shocked the block like i'm static shock
Loaded as f*ck off the moonrock
Streets taught me how to hopscotch
Chest burn first shot of scotch
Instrumental make your head knod
Instrumental make you grip your glock
Even ni**a guess i beat the odd's
I'm the holy one word of god
Bless'em

Stash the heater near the heat seater if you want smoke here's a pound of rifa
Feel like my wrist is cold like a freezer B*tch i'm bout my doe but i'm no pizzeria
Shoutout desoto i'm fly as a eagle back when me and Vshays hung by little caesar's
Me and Lil Tazz cruisin in a beamer with two goons in the back i didn't get to meet'em
Stash the heater near the heat seater if you want smoke here's a pound of rifa
Feel like my wrist is cold like a freezer B*tch i'm bout my doe but i'm no pizzeria
Shoutout desoto i'm fly as a eagle back when me and Vshays hung by little caesar's
Me and Lil Tazz cruisin in a beamer with two goons in the back i didnt get to meet'em

I shocked the block like i'm static shock
Loaded as f*ck off the moonrock
Streets taught me how to hopscotch
Chest burn first shot of scotch
Instrumental make your head knod
Instrumental make you grip your glock
Even ni**a guess i beat the odd's
I'm the holy one word of god
Bless'em