Letras
Who's that Lil' Jerry?
Hell nah, that ain't Lil' Jerry
This beat sound like Big Jerry
God damn
Yeah, that's my folks
That's fam right there
That's Santa Ana right there for sure
Yeah, this life sliding down Bristol back in 94
In my glass house
Beat knocking, in and out of traffic
On the other side of the riverbed
Both sides to be exact
Oh yeah
This is what it feels like
Presented by the west side of Santa Ana
The west side of the riverbed
It's really been like that
Ever since my uncle liver dead
Crease in my dickies and a bald head
I'm really from the west
No we are not the same
I've been in this shit since MySpace
And them rally days
Remember they called it lame?
I was walking and talking like my favorite
I'm Ganxsta Ridd, I'm B.H. Da Great
I get a different tone when you see me on TV, huh?
I recall scrapping and scraping
Pray you'll believe me, huh?
You ain't believe me, huh?
But I'm a win in every scenario
Lil Jerry the figure of figuring out
I come from a couple generations of bad habits
But my gift of gab got me a pass
That's black magic, dear God
Thank you for rap music
I would tell you that it saved my life
But it gave me life in the first place
I'm back to it
I hope you, I hope you know
That you can always find your way back home
That's Glenn and them folks right there
West side for sure, the whole family
I hope you, I hope you know
That you can always find your way back home
Won't you please?
Come back home
This is what it feels like
Presented by me
Gracefully taking L's for three decades
You see what you see
But You don't know me homie