It's Possible - Westside Gunn, BOLDY JAMES, JAY WORTHY

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Ayy, Westside Gunn, what’s happenin' though?

It’s your boy P Worthy

Tappin' in all the way from the west side of Bompton

You feel me?

This for my Park niggas, keep shit brackin', we at the park, nigga

Nella West, can’t forget about none of my Park Millers

The ride or die, Pro Club rockers with Corduroy slippers

Lean sippers, tall can drinkin' on English malt liquor

Day one, some homies is in there still fightin' hot ones

Shootin' dice in front of heads up until the cops come

Big homies still at HQ, that’s how the block run

Gunn told me, «Talk that shit», so I’ma do that

Car pullin' up, we don’t know, niggas like, «Who that?»

Berioso, shit get real, homie, mafioso

Couple keys in the trunk, got 'em off the boatload

On my way to Vegas with L and Ocho, woo

I’m from where anything is possible, nigga

Where we at with it?

It’s possible when the obstacles and the odds is against you that you faced with

Impatient, but I had to take it back to the basics

Fresh out the youth-ie, a couple months in that placement (Uh huh)

Third case tether bond, placed me on the ankle bracelet

Murder, doin' drug traffik, never wrote or made a statement (Not once)

Left two bodies on the scene, they thought they both were gang related

Bruno got rid of the streets, Jermaine ran, when he slid

I was coppin' four and a half, break dancin' to BIG

Free my main mans in the brig' for the 'caine did what it did

The neighbors kept callin' the hood, sendin' raid vans to the spig

Was high profile, stayed in my lane, made it my biz

Wasn’t nowhere to be found when them Feds raided the crib

We was outro, said they found a yopper and a AR

Was off the grid, but now them bitches got me on they radar

Did the chicken noodle soup, turned tan to grey tar

All these pigeons in this coupe, feel like the Birdman J-R

Hooked up with the Concreatures, cookin' up them fried penguins

Lookin' at a five piece, just ridin' with this nickel

Got linemen to blitz you, got hitmen hired to hit you

Bro got popped with them bricks, I wish I was drivin' when they flicked you

Would’ve fleeted from the scene, you know, if I woulda been with you

Would’ve took one for the team, wouldn’t’ve never let them frisk you

Partly responsible for me graduating to distro

I did the impossible and made it out of my situ', what else?

Ayo, used to pay 18.5 for the whole thing

Then the Feds brought down BMF, shit ain’t been the same (Ah)

Then ChineGun got killed, then I had to do a bid

Me and Sly mobbin' on the yard, fuckin' with the kid

I came home baggin' up, then I violated (Then I violated)

You ever shot somebody you love 'cause they violated?

(Boom, boom, boom, boom,

boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Pistol in your mouth like a Now and Later (Like a Now and Later)

Could’ve fucked your bitch but I’d be downgradin' (But I’d be downgradin)

Auto Mick nickels with the pistol, get your issue (Boom, boom, boom)

Eatin' new wave, beat the pot, instrumental (Ah)

Smile Johnny Dang, 30K for the dental (Ah)

You in a Maybach, the only thing, that shit a rental (Skrt)