[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 'sposed to do with it?
My brother used to ride the bucket with the tube in it
Six twelves, heard you trapping with a mean sound track
Do you need some, bubble, do you drink?
Man my uncle was a cool sleep walker
Don't be backing 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*ckin bat at the base
And steer into motherf*cking lacquer today, I'm cracking the case, as Johnny would say
From baby's your liquor bottle would impoverish me
Yo Top, it was hella bogus, you f*cking with everybody, I see how you overdo it
I knew my idol was inferior, I just needed something to believe, huh
[Hook]
Saw the fist go up when the sh*t goes down
On the Westside, oh
(x4)
[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
Touch down looking like I'm A1, these days these hoes cuz you fisher 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, my mo won't believe us
f*ck em, can you keep a secret, ima keep it for myself
Wonder why your mission always f*cking up the mood
Wonder why your mission --
[Hook]
Saw the fist go up when the sh*t goes down
On the Westside, oh
(x4)