My mental, it feel like pot Lyrics, they feel like wiggie My songs are not made for who isnt fucking with me. If I date one fan for this shit, Ill be contended Does it has to be humble, why you wrapped the place you lived? Nigga, Im West Coast like ... Your hood cant say shit to that Your hoes cant say shit, in fact you aint worthy, Living the life, create victories Fuck you mean, I got a couple in I might ball on a nigga like... And thats real shit, youre the opposite Ya all know who ya are fucking with Next shit, we gonna see all of these niggas acting like theyre the shit Im like, go, go get your flow Kill them bitches slow, slow Talent designated to eliminate the slow.
(Man, when, when you got time for these bitches, man? (Im a bit sick, and it has nothing to do with this shit)
I grew up with a ear full of that .. and my pops bang West Coast in my blood line, dont think twice, I just do things. Nigga, Im J-Z with a bad bitch! Your bitch a dwag, dont say shit! Im blessed with these skilled toes ... Never been a snitch, you should learn from your people! Immaculate tactics, do a little acting In fact you faggots are reacting to practice Lax in the back of the coupe with a knife to your neck I'm a beast with affirmative action. Imma ball hard, ya all loss, Ive been a boss, no Rick Ross Best part is I do me, no hand-outs, no groupies No management, no tie downs, Haters raising their eyebrows No tag, Im still it, got a moment, dick? Cause Im hot now! Im heated the minute the negativity... Really, youre feeling me as killers with the... But Im merking and a nigga thought about crossing me He knows me, stop it, and you dont believe I might bring up what you owe to me, But I rather make a move in a room with an enemy Loaded with a motherfucking god, Wanna see a fucking name with a shade off the wall and explode.
Get down on your knees, hoe Do it like Im Clinton Top Like Shaquille Free throw daddy in a missing Real shit, I just deal toddy, a hold up by my building Im a fucking tomb stone, Ill make sure that you write the illest Got some moon walking niggas, Me, Im so good, the niggas send me for the last verse I keep quenching it, but she keep coming back I guess Im really dicking it! Living like a savage, word to my nigga Clifford, I keep it 100 While your girl keep reaching for my zipper. Theyre hating, man, tell them, put their feelings up But in the end Im like, man, who really give a fuck?
And Im sorry if I ever gave you another impression Cause I never did, never will,