West​$​ide Tales

Westcoast niggas gotta eat now they snatchin’ plates
From a place where they be selling plates & banging catchin’ fades
Made me who I am and so I never really been afraid
No it ain’t been easy but I’m thankful & I can’t complain
Walked in the party with my army and we rollin’ deep
Ho please, never sold soul cuz it’s no sleep
Your soul, probably no-go, cuz it sold cheap
Ho please, unicorn horn, you’re just cloned sheep
Baby how you pimpin’ when you really just be groupie ho’in?
If you ask them for the game they never really truly knowin’
Fighting with my rivals all my idols turning into ghosts
Flying high cuz my light is the only lifе I’ll never know
Started with somе dirt up in my palms and turned it into gold
Learned my game from Nipsey and he told me not to ever fold
Family in jail ain’t got no bail because they never told
Funny how I’m always breaking necks but yet I break the mold
Where I’m from people bangin’ in the daytime
Common folk out here buying from the weed shops
Homies are blazin’ livin’ in the sunshine
Careful when you go driving down on these blocks
Smokin and then I’m drinking at the same time
Living life like I’ll never need a detox
Middle finger to haters and the one time
Ain’t no way that I’m ever gonna be stopped
It’s the peoples champ spittin lethal raps spitting only facts
If you can’t pay the stack you should get some cheaper raps
Pay me for my artwork, pay me for my trauma nigga
Time to reach Nirvana cuz I’m reapin’ all my karma nigga
Rap boys my sons so you know they throwin the tantrums
Throwin ultimate shade all at random
I don’t give a fuck you ain’t gotta pack the Magnum
Can’t relate to the haters naw I’ll never understand ‘em twisted fandom
You know I take my time when I rhyme with it
I shine I’m sublime cuz my climb was divine with it
Should be a crime when I scribe how I kill ‘em I’m not even in my prime whole world gon feel her
This is Gods plan mixed with satans opposition Took the scraps that we were given
Multiplied every vision never gave up on my mission
Never gave up on my mission
Whole crowd screaming “YaH-Ra” like Christ is risen, blessed with ambition
Where I’m from people bangin’ in the daytime
Common folk out here buying from the weed shops
Homies are blazin’ livin’ in the sunshine
Careful when you go driving down on these blocks
Smokin and then I’m drinking at the same time
Living life like I’ll never need a detox
Middle finger to haters and the one time, Ain’t no way that I’m ever gonna be stopped
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