[Verse 1: Jay Rock] J-A-Y Rock not Jigga Tryna stack figures I'm that nigga Sitting in a parking lot, truck on sixes Bad bitch with me, got a ass like delicious Listen, I can paint pictures so vivid you would think I got a art degree Walk with me, through my town where them killers dwell Wild, wild Watts Where we sell rocks, shots go off Babies get chalked like hop scotch She fifteen three kids ? Fucking for some Js Stripping for some change Her baby daddy locked in chains And he wanna blow his brains cause he lost his only girl to the game Stress on your brain, it'll kill ya Outta sight, outta mind Tip bottles and roll swishas Detectives at the precincts roll and post pictures while your homie pointing fingers It's a cold world, nigga Walk with me I can show you them ins and outs Stay in the house when them feds is out Yeah, talking on your cellie That'll get you twenty Talking 'bout you got a spot around the corner booming Not only that, niggas get jealous you better watch em Soon as they catch you slipping, then they got ya Hit you with them maracas Stay sharp as Baraka Prepare for the mortal combat Push a button like Obama, drop bombs on ya Hold my mama It's a problem if you fucking with my family or my dollars Ride out in them Impalas Four niggas with four choppers, four hundred rounds Guaranteed heart stoppers
[Hook: Jay Rock] Walk with me (walk with me) I can show you them ins and outs I can show you what a real nigga's about Get money, fuck bitches Stay solid, stay sharp, stay, say wise, stay polished Nigga, just walk with me I can show you them ins and out Show you what getting money's about Mind your own, live long Don't be out running your mouth, talk is cheap Niggas'll run at your house Just walk with me
[Verse 2: Big Scoob] Walk with me as I journey through the five block The division from the villain for my nigga Rock Ain't much different in my gutter than them Watts gutters The only difference in my gutter: I'm the motherfucker Take shots, call shots, I'm a big shot Run the point, pass the rock, switch the last shot Gutter soldier with a second chance to rock a mic So I'm a give it to you raw how I live my life Corner dweller, rock seller I done seen it all From a small pup all the way to big dog Legendary in these Kansas City gritty streets If I ain't eating there, a motherfucker better eat Bleed the weak, and keep some heat, and trust the liquor bottle Only living for the moment, nigga, fuck tomorrow Without a conscience, I can get dirty Back to talk And I'm hoping that you heard me on this gutter walk
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