Lyrics:
WESTSIDE
Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger Lord forgive
Me if I smoke niggas
I love my females strapped
No fuckin from the back
I
brought to you by adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
(West, west, west)
We don't share the same synonym fall back
(West, west, west)
Been
birds in flight.
Leaf is one of the few pieces on the album that doesn't have a social context or issue to pin it to. Backed by a whimsical, yet
look at Garvey
This is the potential that is
Wasted on a daily basis in this racist
Classist world that we live in
Still we comin' from nothing
But we
They thought luck did it, but it didn't 'cause I'm back again
Back with the Big and my new-found friend
Sliding in from the front, never way behind
first time in jail nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
You can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman
My crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats
Yo, we true to this black
4-4 likes to pour one to the dome, lubricate
talk about a hurt ego, wasn't enrolled and already I had a zero
Well one year later I met Practice at J street, can you help me use the studio so I can
heartless did prepare me first hit nearly buried me huh
Shot smoke heart broke cause that was close
Time to wake up in these streets either live or die broke!
takes to be next up
Just remember if you still alive you got something to live for
Everyone is loved by someone bro that ain't false
Never let nobody tell
Icey boys, and we still tote Uzis
It's about money, it ain't never 'bout music
Yeah, he from the streets
But he still ain't Gucci
Hunnid bottles
you broke and all you want is paper
Why the fuck you stealing from me, nigga I'm you ya
How the fuck you steal in the streets then save the youth
What's
Broadcasting live from the left coast
The land of la la, movie stars, pimps, playas, hustlers and thirst traps
It's W Balls, the station that murders them all
that reality (dan danger times)
It's that reality (dan danger times)
Yo I'm ridin' through the back streets
Bumpin' black beats
Stop where the niggas
pain the way I know it
These n****s out here faking talking bout the life they wrote
I live this f*****g life, I came from the streets
I lost my son
is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to having money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems
again
No longer being control by sin
Ephesians 6
Gives me the right to bear arms
From the devil's harm
So, we sound the alarm
By blowing the horn
This
speak on opportunities
Moving units through the streets the studio the trap house
Milking it with every word I utter
Cash cow
Got my name ringing like
people
He was surrounded by some men when he became the victim
Cold and ruthless to his pleas they assaulted him
Lying on the street he wondered when
cold floors, yeah
Your girl aint had no home, yeah
PTSD had me stuck
Everything I know yeah I learned it from these streets
Did it for the homies back
ain't great but I pull through, I lost a few
Niggas to the streets R.I.P to you
It's like somebody got my back my, and I can't pay em back
So I live like
high, nigga
Best believe we get by, nigga
Best believe we get live, nigga
[LD]
Hot damn hoe here we go again (Let's Go)
My God damn flow buries
Yo, that's how I'm livin'
Always on the move since the age of the child
To keep my blood pumpin' I live the wildstyle
Live, love and laugh from
to see cake
But niggas still gotta dodge hate
Well fuck it, I'ma do it 'cause the streets put me to it
See y'all niggas is late
See it's big face, big
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