Mars Shotgun - WESTSIDE (feat. Freddy Crook)

Gotta find a bad chick to put the fear in ya
Lost the fear of god, and found the fear in one
I don't wanna trip on no lesser shit,
but lately everything like a major one
I don't really feel I get paid enough
And Really it's been feeling like its sink or swim
can't get a win so i pour a fifth
Fuck you posed to do on a sinking ship
Legs in the air, think she boutta cum
Dipping out the back, gotta make the funds
Baby you can trip on a later date,
I'm just out rapping till my tongue go numb
I'm just out spazzing till the sun come up
Talk my talk, while I swing my nuts
Lately they been talking bout some lesser shit
But lately I'm the major one
I've been chilling on the westside
Trynna get to you
I know lately I've been distant,
Lately I've been in a mood
On the left side baby yeah I'm trynna do these shoots
So for now I'm really focused
Trynna get right to the loot
Gave her good dick
Now she running back
Her old nigga mad
Bro I'll fold your ass
I don't got no cash
But my pants stay packed
Turned 22 and forgot to laugh
Life hit fast but I weaved right past
Threw a double hooked, then we all got booked
OPD wanna get us bad
But it's ACAB boy fuck your badge
Boy fuck your badge!
And I got the constant urge to go and fight my dad
And I remember every single bad time we had
Thats why I'm going hard nigga fuck the past
And I need a big chain something that'll last
Big 22s
Sum like dame dash in a glitter roof
With a big gold ring in my velvet suit
And a brand new whip just to start pursuits
Bitch!
I've been chilling on the westside
Trynna get to you
I know lately I've been distant,
Lately I've been in a mood
On the left side baby yeah I'm trynna do these shoots
So for now I'm really focused,
Trynna get right to the loot
Couple likes like I'm stunting on MySpace.
iPhone look cracked but I beat the case.
It wasn't me it was a hologram on stage
and I believe a hot girl did the ice age, it was my wifey.
Got checks from the govey like Nike.
She said that I'm a deadbeat well I might be.
No I ain't baby, I move godly.
Shoot a movie like I'm mufuckin' Spike Lee.
Shoot a mufucka' if he try spite me,
I'm a vampire bitch you can't bite me.
Fever dream I ain't even dropped "Night galleryy".
When I'm fucking up the beat I get a salary.
I'mma drop a website like Steve Jobs,
Chat logs baby I won't even need a job,
Selling merch to the people I won't need to rob,
Swear to god I be selling like a mini mall.
Bite size lil rappers all mini huh?
Hating online but you fucking with me huh?
Won't stop till I ever get a million, even millies I'mma hustle till a trillion.
No cap y'all ass what's the dealy huh?
I be chillin' with Mars in the Nissan.
New gat got me feeling like Leon,
and these mufucka's ain't on what we on.

Written by:
Dwayne Reed, Freddy Crook

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