Amanda Rome West - It's West's World

It's West's World
And I'm rockin' with the six (Yeah)
Holstered to my hip
Pistol whip, diamond grip
I said hold up (Hold up see)
All these be gettin' testy
Standoff's in the vip (Standoffs)
Takin' shots with my Westies
Out here California desert
These ties, Imma sever
Partake in this guilty pleasure (Now)
Smoke this gun for good measure (Damn)
No rules, success and glory
Fightin' to the top it's gonna get gory
Can't place me in a category
Young white Jew girl writin' her story
Highkey (Highkey, highkey)
Have you ever seen a rapper like me?
Highkey (Highkey, highkey)
Twenty one, this year major heat!
We out here, trying to make some vibes
Start some shit to feel alive
Got the spark to light the fire
We are all just born to die!
Rubber neck
Get of your high horse (Get off your horse!)
Showdown on the floor
I'm here to settle scores (Let's go!)
I'm the one they chose
I'm faded, crack the whip (Hip!)
Come through, so west coast
You know that I'm so hip (Yuh!)
They say they miss the old me
Skippin' lines for free
Never changed a note
Yeah, I'm the one they chose…
'Cuz It's West's World
And I'm rockin' with the six (You know)
Holstered to my hip
Pistol whip, diamond grip
I said hold up (Hold up see!)
All these be gettin' testy (Westie!)
Standoff's in the vip
Taking shots with my Westies
ARW

Written by:
Amanda West, Lucas Lossone

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