How I Started lyrics
by Isaiah Rashad
[Verse 1]
Young n*gga can't love no more, pus*y ass n*ggas
Broke over 28 grams
Who the f*ck and what the f*ck we 'spose to do with it?
My brother used to ride the bucket with the tube in it
Six-12's, heard you trapping with a mean soundtrack
Do you need some bubble, do you drink?
Man, my uncle was a cool sleep walker
Don't be backin' away
The Benz that he wanted got him back in the race
I feel like I shouldn't put it back in your face
But here is the motherf*cking bat at the base
And steer into motherf*cking lacquer today
I'm cracking the case, as Johnny would say
From babies, your liquor bottle would pop if it's me
Your topic was hella bogus, you f*cking with everybody
I see how you over do it
I knew my idol was inferior, I just needed something to believe huh
[Hook]
Saw the fist go up, but the sh*t goes down on the Westside, ooh
Saw the fist go up, but the sh*t goes down on the Westside, ooh
Saw the fist go up, but the sh*t goes down on the Westside, ooh
Saw the fist go up, but the sh*t goes down on the Westside, ooh
[Verse 2]
Quit tripping, you don’t feel like paper
Talk like money, these days n*ggas intervene like b*tches
12 know, he was at the green light twitching
Praying that I got a balance beam my n*gga
Looking like I got a balance beam my n*gga
Maybe it was me, I was running to the east side
Touched down, looking like I made one
These days, these hoes caught you, fishing for a baller
b*tch I never wanna go to Winnie Lake
And I never reminisce about my old sh*t
I guess I figured from the signs, them b*tches did a line
And then them b*tches did some more sh*t
I should’ve caught it on film, but most won’t believe us
f*ck ‘em, can you keep a secret? I'mma keep it for myself
Wonder why your mission always f*cking up the mood
Wonder why your mission-
[Hook]
Saw the fist go up, but the sh*t goes down on the Westside, ooh
Saw the fist go up, but the sh*t goes down on the Westside, ooh
Saw the fist go up, but the sh*t goes down on the Westside, ooh
Saw the fist go up, but the sh*t goes down on the Westside, ooh