Crib On The West

[Intro]
Like me too blessed yeah
Like me too blessed yeah
Like me too blessed yeah
Like me too blessed yeah
Like me too blessed
Woah

[Chorus]
Woke up this morning on top of the hills
Ain't really nothing to stress
Feeling amazing, i'm lookin amazing
I got these lil bitches impressed
Got in my bag ain't no more lookin back
I need more I can't settle for less
Smoking on some of the best, might cop a crib on the west

[Verse 1]
I lost my bro to the streets
I can't even like that shit fuck up my head
Its crazy how it be the ones that dont want you eat be the ones that you fed
Must move in silence and watch my surroundings
Can let no one fuck up my bread no
Keep me shooter and he’ll let it ring for free like he calling collect
Can't let em' stop shine
A nigga like me too blessed
Gotta stay on my grind
Thats the only thing that get you respect
These hoes only loyal to their instagram
They’ll do anything for that blue check
Better do right when you find a real one out here, theres only Few left
Imma Youngin straight outta the X
Took a flight out to cali and found me plug
Steak and lobster while we choppin it up
I ain't lucky I just Followed my gut
Living my dream i feel like i'm a star
They saying im acting hollywood now
Nothing was handed i had to work hard
Focused i dont pay no mind for these clowns

[Chorus]
Woke up this morning on top of the hills
Ain't really nothing to stress
Feeling amazing, i'm lookin amazing
I got these lil bitches impressed
Got in my bag ain't no more lookin back
I need more I can't settle for less
Smoking on some of the best, might cop a crib on the west

[Bridge]
(2x) Eastside, Westside
LA, NY

[Verse 2]
Taking my chances
Gotta hustle and keep on advancing
I'm only thinkin expansion
Trynna turn the trap into a mansion
And i'm not taking no for an answer
But i can't be surrounded by yes men
Imma work on my craft to perfection
Bring them checks in and keep on investing
Going stupid again
Models girls gettin loose at the crib
Too many vibes dont know who imma pick
Its depends in which mood that i'm in
No new friends Its just me and the gang
Yea we doing it big
Top of the hills and my view lookin lit
I think i can get used to this shit
Hop inside of the coupe witcha bitch
Drop the top take the roof off and dip
She know im never losing the drip
Once i hop in the booth its a hit
I just keep going and going and going
I'm never calling it quits
The way that i ball outta town with my dawgs
You woulda thought i was rich

[Chorus]
Woke up this morning on top of the hills
Ain't really nothing to stress
Feeling amazing, i'm lookin amazing
I got these lil bitches impressed
Got in my bag ain't no more lookin back
I need more I can't settle for less
Smoking on some of the best, might cop a crib on the west