From The Swat - Tobe Nwigwe

Ha-ha-ha

Lookin' for the swag, you can get your issue

Lookin' for the swag, you can get your issue

(Born from the West)

Lookin' for the swag, you can get your issue

(B-b-orn from the West)

Lookin' for the swag, you can get your issue

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 lanes, they claimed to be gangstas, was really lookout, so

Lookin' for the swag, you can get your issue

Lookin' for the swag, you can get your issue

(Born from the West)

Lookin' for the swag, you can get your issue

(B-b-orn from the West)

Lookin' for the swag, you can get your issue

Born from the West, born from the West

B-b-born from the West, born from the West

Born from the West, born from the West

B-b-born from the West, born from the West

Olympic flow, I need five rings and a flamin' torch

Went to the school of hard knocks, I had to stay the course

I tried my hardest to keep the peace, never waging war

‘Cause if I shoot, my partner shoot the same shot like we playin' horse

Prayin' for all the G’s movin' keys like they playin' court

They endorse and may exhort low-key archaic forms

Of thinking to keep you the kingpin of your decaying corpse

Be weary of things you cravin' for and what you say before

You get it

(Bum swagga)

Back in Houston, Alief is ground zero (Ze-ze-ze-zero)

mayne, I’m tellin' you boys man, it’s goin' down (Gr-ground ze-, ground zero)

They obviously can’t stand up, it’s live or die, I ain’t seen ‘em

R.I.P.

baby

I will not be afraid to go in next time

Look, I get to cookin' and conjurin' though

Flows that be timeless so I don’t have to remind them

That I’m a shark and piranha in one, flow like the Dalai Llama

My mama ain’t had no commas, my garments was never designer

‘Less I would steal from behind the counter at Westward Mall

Got lucky, was blessed to ball, low-key be next to fall

Victim to the street, did everything to go out there and make you prove yourself

But I’m still connected with them G’s like a Gucci belt

Truly felt that holdin' it down, I was a skilled leader, plus I would get it

Shakin' with both hands, like a cheerleader

No pom-pom's, I would drop bombs on an op

I wore Sean John 'til it dawned on me to stop

I felt like Don Juan and low-key was sworn torn

And them Boston days are long gone, but I felt like I’m Ron Bron

With the rock of ages in my corner, when I’m on phase I’m sweet as Lorna

Doom ‘cause I’m tryna sign us all coons when I’m performin'

Yo Tobe, why you rappin' so hard?