Raised by the set

Westside. GreedyBoy$ Lo$ Packero$ Cklick.

Raised by the block, fed by the hustle.

Ain’t no way out but through it.

Look…

I was born in the smoke, raised in the tension,

Where you either tote a piece or become a lesson.

Westside reppin’, GreedyBoy$ in my section,

Lo$ Packero$—that’s bloodline, no question.

Posted on the ave, saw the game unfold,

Young with a dream but my heart turned cold.

Every OG said, “Stick to the code,”

So I learned how to move, how to get that dough.

Bangin’ for the cklick, never fold, never switch,

Throw it up high, GreedyBoy$ in the mix.

Seen pain, seen loss, but we still don’t quit,

It’s the life we was given, we just livin’ through it.

Mama cried every night I ain’t come back,

But the streets knew my name, that’s a known fact.

Dodgin’ opps, duckin’ the dispatch,

But my brothers had my back like a steel strap.

Every corner got ghosts, every alley got heat,

But I learned from the sharks how to swim in the deep.

Now I speak for the youngins raised on the beat,

Tryna eat, tryna ride, tryna find they seat.

We ain’t choose this life—it chose us,

Survival was a must, so we roll tough.

Every scar on my skin tell the whole truth,

And the flag that I wave, yeah, it’s old proof.

Bangin’ for the cklick, never fold, never switch,

Throw it up high, GreedyBoy$ in the mix.

Seen pain, seen loss, but we still don’t quit,

It’s the life we was given, we just livin’ through it.

So when they ask where I’m from, I don’t stutter—

Westside GreedyBoy$, that’s blood, that’s brothers.

Lo$ Packero$ till the casket close,

CKLICK life, that’s the path I chose.

Yeah.