Lute - Queen City Slummin' lyrics

[Verse 1: Lute] They want me to wile out Instead I styled out, like 3 Stacks Stashed three stacks, told my girl I'll be right back Who be in that when sh** pull up and tints all black Opens doors, rolls gold around his wrist and his neck What's around his wrists is respect Homies grippin' the tec Because when you iced out you can't talk to strangers That's probably why he walk with bangers Because those who loyal to the game become royal to the game Don't be surprised when your n***as start acting like strangers So he rides supreme co*ked to the side looking famous Chain dangling, girls asking what my twitter name is Hardly tweet but holler at me in your @ mentions See this music is real k** beats like I ain't used to a deal We eat tracks like we ain't used to a meal West side 'til I die boy, that's just how it is The city birthed me, only right that I raise my brother Why hate, I got faith in my brothers For God's sake, show love for your motherf**in' brother Cuz them boys making noise like Horton Hears a Who Real n***as I salute, p**y n***as never shoot Pistol in my coupe, try my troops, watch 'em leap Like Ivan Ooze, knock a n***a out here's cool For some proof over his grave where he lay Six feet underneath, watch him sleep Another brother victim of them streets Rest in peace [Verse 2: Ry] Kicking raps so sick Leave these present n***as past tense Foes in that twenty ounce, got a n***a past bent On that penny pack purp, same color half cents Pocket full of dead guys, my denim got the sixth sense Money money money, you broke n***as funny It's n***as on the grind while you out there chillin' On the road to a million, strapped up no cheering Smoking out the 'lac packs, thinking like some chitlins Yankee boy on some country sh**, stoned on some munchie sh** Banana be the clips for the fronters on some monkey sh** Igniting like my blunt lit Spitting like a full clip Toss me on the track bro, I bet you get your beat ripped [Outro x2] Slummin' on the west side of the 7-0 He slapped five out the fo' just to let him know North clickity clack and back shortie let it go Watch the paper fold Watch these n***as imitate the flow