WEST END

Verse 1:

West End cruising
Up on my dolo
Writing lyrics and so so
Five shawties
White girls
Oh Shit
The pen Im using been dripped the gold
Sipping ari a zona
No loner
Im loving it
Docile, no hovering
Unidentified since I done jumped in this
Black as licorice
Fickle kids
Niggas
And the coal you get
Im like McGrath im shocking critics
Who gas
The niggas with clout
I swear I ain't jealous
New niggas is trash
Pumping the gas
Accelerating till I reach the paper
Fucking fakers
Apollo G and Savvy cake up
With all this money think i'll go and buy myself a chain (uh)
This the beginning so im dreaming and im only chasing
(Do something)

Hook:

Twin dreams I ain't chasing
Gemini with a dream I'm feeling close to complacent
Switching sides between Savvy and Co im getting exhausted
In my coffin I'm and artist so fuck you and the author

Verse 2

Mmmmmmm chillin with girlies straight from LaGuardia
Sorry I
Gotta leave
Mickie dees
The cops are stalking us
Chalking up different stories
Repeating so it’s routine
We out to Wendy’s
Playing uno till seceding
(Uno out bro I told you )
Heading to the grates
With the weed smokers
Black chokers
Playing odd future
Till the moon poke up
My flows
Got them choked up
Call it Hypeboiz or get choked up
We learn (Uh)
Ain’t gon the same
In September
My niggas
Nostalgia
It’s trash
Yeah I called it
Falling for the loneliness
But Only just for fall
Central Park
With the queens crew
Oh shit gotta leave soon
From Brokeland
You know the MTA up on that bullshittin

Authentic Intelligence Break:

Dear diamond of my eye
I dreamt of sliding through your mental hymen
And climbing through treacherous climates
To reach the fruit of your orgasm

Hook:

Twin dreams I ain't chasing
Gemini with a dream I'm feeling close to complacent
Switching sides between Savvy and Co I'm getting exhausted
In my coffin I'm and artist so fuck you and the author

Verse 3 :

Coolin On Rutland
Above the cons creep like hover boards
Always bored
So I bake the beats up on the boards
Yeah of course
Killing rap niggas has been my chores
Always had a dream to be on the cover of the source
But my sauce level
Low now
But in time it glow now
Like Kaytranada
Soul selective
So I choose the flow now
Girlies wanna roll now
Hot wheels
Sasha cop feels
Drop bombs so whites
Pop out
Feel what I feel
(Uh)
Lock it
My minds compatible to locksmiths
Keys Khaled be dropping
Been dropping inside my optics
So nah stop it
West end moving like hydraulics