Lyrics:
And three young girls who cried
The west coast is falling
I see rocks in the sky
The preacher took his bible
And laid it on the stool
He said with
And three young girls who cried
The west coast is falling
I see rocks in the sky
The preacher took his bible
And laid it on the stool
He said with
say frozen
So leave me alone, I'm unbroken
Outspoken, I stand by my word 'cause it's golden
Out here in the Pacific Ocean west coastin'
Don't let
Kanye West sayin' Jesus Walks
But if He see what I ride, He'll have a reason to drive
Stevie Wonder flow can't see me but you feelin' it
FBI forever
sound of this, something's comin'
You can picture like a photograph, envision the image
Of one-two-fifth street and Lenox
The old folks their souls
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
really busy
Hit the E-Way, do the dash, now I'm in Liberty City
In the Wild Wild West, boy, you gotta keep a glizzy
Sellin' Za by the 3-5, goin' for the 60
I planned it young nigga (They don't want it)
You don't understand goddammit
Can you imagine sex in cans, muthafuckas be shoplifting and shit
Folks be
You can't be around me, doin' no suckin
Young nigga from the west But I ain't doin' no bluffin
When I see that boy, punch his ass out like Joe Budden
great really, or I'm just too damn self centered,
Prolly combination of em both, sum Kanye West shyt
Niggas get some dough and then they blow it
Niggas
a check I do it in 5 days
Used to stay on the west not talking bout Kanye
Caught him lacking yea right on the highway
Shhh nigga you can't tell all your
Kanye at the Grammys
I spit like my steak bitch my flow got rarity
I be all up in the cheeks I ain't talkin sandy
West side to the fullest niggas ride
never leaving LA
Sped off from the opps in a white ghost
Everywhere they looking for me, I'm that Young Rose
By the coast, feeling faded off a tall can
My
real reckless
Kanye West-ess
With no strings attached but you
Tried to sew it back with whatever that you were left with
We used to have balance but you
to all my music its the codes to self esteem It's the codes to who you are
If you're a Kanye West fan you're not a fan of me you're a fan of yourself
You
nerve racking
My looks on Kim, my ego on Kanye West
If looking good was a crime then somebody arrest her
I would gas myself some more but I drive a Tesla
to school cuz Kanye West has now made it cool to be a drop out.[00:52.17]Mr. Mr., them teachers don't like me is a cop out[00:55.15]Them cop's out to get me
runnin,
fuck up us by them thug life control
How should the thugster
Must be in the area
Outlaw does the law
Dept on the gangsta
When's Ital Joe
listen then they take it all as a joke
By far the realist song I ever wrote feel like President Maw you should vote
Turn on the tv and I get the mopes
bitch in his crib, I gotta story to tell
We still avoiding the jails
Free my folks out the cell
I swear to god I seen hell
Driving through west with no L
Here in Crazy town we're just barely getting by
In Crazy town, we just can't get along
Cause the people on the West side are convinced
And don't mind
Like Kanye west gotta runaway
Before you end up on 808s and heartbreak
Different day but we do the same things
Yeah my life is so mundane so I gotta get
a war back at home bruh
Don't even know where my home was
I never pick up the phone now
Now they can see I'm beyond young
Now I don't even be free ka
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