Naimstream - West Orlando Lyrics

Niggas be fanning with prop money
Like a crash dummy talking cash shit, but ain't got nothin'
I'm a wordsmith but don't say nothin'
Keep it real to my day comin'
Keep it chill I want blue hundreds
Likeness attracting my nigga
Fact shit no fashion
But I'm still extra my nigga
But I'm still taxing these niggas
They gon' pay extra for reala
I was the taxi for pounds
I'm talking pressure gorilla
Beat on your chest like a maniac
I'm smokin' gas don't know how to act
I'm from the hood you know where I'm at
Auntie say 'Stop at the sto''
She need a scratch
Grandma was all on the dope
She need a match
Daddy was shipped up the road
But he came back
But he came back
Yeah that's facts
I got the sack no lineback
Came up poor no Hyatt
Tick tick tick like hihat
Bomb squad you don't wanna try that
See through green I like that
If it got steam might buy that
More gasoline ignite that
If phony niggas 'round me need hazmat
If only niggas round me knew half that
Half what I live for
I been in and out of houses fiends knocking on the door
Never had to touch white it was on my baby clothes
I'm a real street nigga who ain't have to sell his soul
These niggas be flounder, nigga be flodgin', nigga be fake
He takin' them downers, don't pay for lodging, we can't relate
Askin' for dollars he just want the product he just wanna spark up
OBT but the nigga OB so he came for the O dust
County line raised now a young nigga growed up
MIA central FLA really out the muck
Everglades got alligator and tobasco
Salt life swamp life we be on them backroads
I weathered the storm just look at my palms
They just wanna take a leg and a arm
I run with the greats that's why I am calm
Please do not make one wrong you could be gone