[Intro: Spoken Word Recording]
So (So, so)
My music is like an attraction (An attraction, attraction, attraction)
Real funky (Funky, funky, funky)
This your people, always talk, talk, nothing
Do you see? I talk, talk, they always talk (Ha-ha)
Yeah man, I know you must answer (Answer, answer, answer)
I know you must answer (Answer, answer, answer)
Ha-ha-ha
[Refrain]
Look, I'm for the swat, you can get your issue
Look, I'm for the swat, you can get your issue
(Born from the West)
Look, I'm for the swat, you can get your issue
(B-b-orn from the West)
Look, I'm for the swat, you can get your issue
[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Look, I grew up in Winfield on Forum Park
Two options, fight for your life or starve
Dracos could’ve had my chest tore apart
But the hemoglobin of the lamb had my door marked
Ooh, that’s Haile, Haile
Mi padre, Yahweh, you could see he hydrate my wave
Drive straight through my old hood, was forced to migrate
Intense crime rate had bodies sittin’ sideways
Ooh, flow hot as a cookout
Before them Charlo twins was bookin’ bouts, I went the crook route
You would shout if I could count out the times I nearly got took out
Half these lames, they claimed to be gangstas, was really lookout, so
So (So, so)
My music is like an attraction (An attraction, attraction, attraction)
Real funky (Funky, funky, funky)
This your people, always talk, talk, nothing
Do you see? I talk, talk, they always talk (Ha-ha)
Yeah man, I know you must answer (Answer, answer, answer)
I know you must answer (Answer, answer, answer)
Ha-ha-ha
[Refrain]
Look, I'm for the swat, you can get your issue
Look, I'm for the swat, you can get your issue
(Born from the West)
Look, I'm for the swat, you can get your issue
(B-b-orn from the West)
Look, I'm for the swat, you can get your issue
[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Look, I grew up in Winfield on Forum Park
Two options, fight for your life or starve
Dracos could’ve had my chest tore apart
But the hemoglobin of the lamb had my door marked
Ooh, that’s Haile, Haile
Mi padre, Yahweh, you could see he hydrate my wave
Drive straight through my old hood, was forced to migrate
Intense crime rate had bodies sittin’ sideways
Ooh, flow hot as a cookout
Before them Charlo twins was bookin’ bouts, I went the crook route
You would shout if I could count out the times I nearly got took out
Half these lames, they claimed to be gangstas, was really lookout, so
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