WSC

Man this beat is so fresh
And so got-damn smooth
I can see myself just rolling up to this
In my room
Said this beat is so fresh
And so got-damn smooth
I can see myself just rolling up to this
In my room
I be breaking down them pounds
Tryna find a way out
Said I be mapping all my dreams
Tryna find the best route
But when you go it don’t matter
Dog all this shit ain’t a factor
I face this world with my actions
Cause it ain’t no looking backwards
I swear!
Every time a nigga sit down to write a verse
Either gotta make a sell or I gotta make a search
But, shit it’s all good, young nigga never stress
I just roll one up, and take that shit to the chest
Got a consciousness rap flow
And that shit’s all gravy
Cause a young nigga smooth, make sales on the daily
Yeah its team no shorts, nigga fuck you pay me
Watchu mean you ain’t got it? Man y’all young niggas slay me
Just a day in the life, when a young nigga write
Can you tell me what it’s like when you stuck in the life
Growing up through a site, everybody gotta vice
I don’t give a fuck about mine, I let you see
You be ashamed of yo self, but I let you be
But see these thangs that I slang, they’ll set you free
Everybody sell a dream and it ain’t for free
But I ain’t got no change left so just let me breathe
Whoa!
Westside, westside
Westside
Westside, westside
Westside
You don’t, you don’t know
You don’t, you don’t know about the--
You don’t, you don’t know
You don’t, you dont know about the you--
We ride or die
Grind, dark or shine
You’ll find our minds, will climb, past the stars
I woke up on Monday and had no cash
I gotta call on Wednesday, it’s Christmas bags
I woke up on Friday, and shit was straight
The rent was paid, my bills was paid, my pockets was laced
My team make power moves daily, shits all gravy
We all we got when shit get crazy
I tell you that story as the truest
And the coldest part, is I did that when I was in St. Louis
Nice with the Y, fight the price that be high
Roll a doobie up nigga, bump the King of the Chi
4 deep in the Benz, dark tint, stock rims
Check my shoes when I get out
Check yo step when you get in
This is daily
How many ways my team get paid?
Sticking to the script, weak links break chains
Sticking to the script, man y’all niggas ain’t the same
Y’all niggas bout to fade, never go against the grain
Stupid
I swear y’all niggas ain’t that ruthless
The code is never broken by the truest
Don’t ask how I do this, real nigga I speak that fluent
School of hard knocks you still a student
Million Dollar Dreaming, ever since the movement I been scheming
On ways to get my whole damn team in
Don’t give me a reason
I know some of y’all niggas don’t believe him
But that’s the whole advantage when you see him
Nigga
We’re gonna have a good time
And turn up all night long
The pre-game starts at 9 sharp
So tell the DJ to play this song
LIT, it’s fenna be LIT
Im chillin' with the team tonight
LIT, it’s fenna be LIT
Partying with the team tonight
LIT, it’s fenna be LIT
Im chillin' with the team tonight
LIT, it’s fenna be LIT
Partying with the team tonight
Westside, westside
Westside
Westside, westside
Westside