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The Game

West Side

 

West Side

(album: Born 2 Rap - 2019)


Step off the porch, rag hanging, West Side, that's what we banging
Crucifix swinging off my t-shirt, twisting my fingers
Impala Off-White, ski mask all black
ADIDAS tracksuit, drawstrings, Choking the MAC
Got a couple bullets in it, gangstas slide in the rented
Dumping out the window, fuck the world and everything in it
I'm a West Side nigga, ego tripping and walking fast
Listening so we talking in codes to keep 'em off us
Dre gon' tote it, thirty-six shots
Don Julio got me loaded, don't think I'm not
Go mob on niggas, mob figures, mob triggers
Don't get your punk ass killed on Instagram Live, nigga
My niggas rob niggas, bury you alive
Let the bullets live inside niggas, ain't nowhere to hide
It's survival of the fittest, boy, you fucking with the realest
Glock nine, blue steel, holster wrap the chinchilla

West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)
West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)
West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)
West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)

Ain't no S on my chest, just the West on my back
Born in trenches with the crack, swallow dope, shit the sack
If you fronting it, come back, if I front, you bring it back
Turn a bird to a Benz, park a Benz by the trap
Let 'em raid, we gon' flush, if you snitching, you get touched
Tell my mama I'm on the run, not giving a fuck
Who want what? I put a team together, smash out
Set you up, send a bitch over with her ass out
In California, we got them pictures niggas map out
In California, we turn a mansion to a stash house
I fuck around and leave a dub and they O.D. tonight
You in good hands, you know the Bloods gon' treat you right
Ain't tryna be your man, no, I don't trust 'em, I just beat it right
Gotta put her in a Uber just so I could sleep at night
Never stop banging, nigga, you know it's still Cedar, right?
After this album, nigga, I gotta raise the feature price

West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)
West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)
West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)
West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)

done

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