WestChandlerBlvd

(álbum: DreamCard - 2022)

What?
I got a spot at the top
Yes, I know just how to keep it
I came up in a mouldy basement
10 below [?] we was creeping
We was living out a [?] house
The rest; they took the stale route
Me and my friends got famous
Off of clicking record and speaking, speaking (Yes)
Back to the old days
I can't rock no bald fade
I would rather [?]
[?]
Its the 5-1-7
[?] to get me ready
Head on a swivel
Blade in my grip, I swang it
Give a fuck what you saying
I'm speaking my own sermon
[?] the whole fucking scene
Throw some charcoal on and I burn 'ya
I can say what I mean
But I ain't tryna be mean
I'm just tryna live my life
While they just tryna be me

Give it up bitch
I heard enough of it
I gotta bucket list
And I'ma get all of it
Won't give it up for shit
I had enough of it
Bumping [?] snow bird
While I fuck the bitch

Stepping out the motherfucking car
[?] all (Yeah)
Looking like a star bitch
When you see me make a wish
Jam a cart or two out the Impala
What? What?
Wheezy F showed me the way
[?] turn me into a monster

The way I pop my shit is rocket ship science
They cannot understand
I demand the world up in my hands
And hit my chicken dance
Please don't try to diss a man
We leave you with no dividends
The difference is: my shit forever
You're 'ready in the past tense

Where your fans? They forget about 'ya?
Should've moved with your heart
Not your ego, now they don't talk about 'ya
They forget about 'ya?
Now they don't talk about 'ya (No, No, No)
They don't talk about 'ya (No, No, No)
They forget about 'ya? (Oh, Oh, Oh)
No, they don't talk about 'ya (No, No, No)
What? Pussy