Golden State Shooters: A Story of Street Life and Swagger

The other day, I found a tennis ball.
Flip phone for the jewel. It’s a throwaway.
I’m riding with some shooters.
We look like Golden State.
I’m Mr. Too slippery, nigga.
I’m with the fucking sharks.
You were the fishes, nigga.
Straight out the Billy. I’m the biggest nigga.
Caution sign on my neck. Shit,
a 60, nigga.
Matter of fact, call me Mister Chase.
That cheese and girls on my wrist,
she cost like 10 GS, nigga.
I feel like bulls got all these carrots on my teeth, nigga.