WEST DISTRICT (rough)

@:11

as my mind rise another level,

why put your money on these other niggas?

you know that they aint fucking with us

riding with my niggas them,

 

fingers twisting , throwing up that eastside,

yeah thats where i reside,

big body on the recline

blunt blowing, in the meantime,

 

my cell ringing in the background,

my hometown, make the back drop,

aint the type of nigga backdown,

bustn shots in the back lot,

 

@1:20

hit,

catch me praying on a jackpot,

cause boy i need alot of,

i done fell , i done got up,

feeling like i hit the lotto,come take a sip from my scripture,

tell me how it taste,

they think they sick, but im sicker,

my flow ebola, in the states,

get the picture, as the bass ripple threw my liqour,

street lights at a shimmer,

bad bitch to my right,

as i tell the bad bitch, girl this only for tonight,

girl you better get it right,

or get left, on site,

im the nicest with it,

she cant fight the feeling,

as i excite the building, woah,

another mic im killing, slow

i right the wrongs,

i write the wrongs

im tied along,

you hang around i tie you off,

theres danger round, and i resort, as the hate come out, as i re tort,

the weight come out, i anchor down,

the trigger click, the chamber spit,

where the cops now,

always watchn when the cops out?,

only reason niggas ever getn shot now

and you aint had to do shit,

crackers killing niggas, say you moving too quick,

pull a nigga cause he got the new whip,

but they wont never put that shit up on a newsclip.

and theyll react like thats some new shit