Lyrics:
east, west
Northwest? I mean "North-, wait"
I don't even know about that shit, don't know what to say
I'm in major like it's a major league
I mean I'm
so sick
Y'all can take the rest out
I'm bigging up myself
Bigging up chest out
Know I brought the west out
Know you brought your vest out
Teflon Don
in the sea
Way off in the deep
Lost how I think
What's it cost for the shrink
Too much I'm a scheme
Madness been a thing
I'm a package it a little bit
tickle me
Had a Epiphany
I'm major league nigga
You little league
Sometimes I wish I could go back to the little me
But I always been big was never
"The first words I spoke in the original phonograph, 'Mary had a little lamb. It's fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb
down there
Down there
Listen
Its like the premier league where I'm living
Enough teams let me fight for their position
Nigga don't be slipping,
Somebody better call the cops, yo
'Fore we run up the side that niggas little condo
Put him in a box so the nigga in a cargo (cargo, cargo)
Shut a nigga
y'all just little like Stewart
Came from the trenches we came out the sewers
Came from the trenches we came out the sewers
East side west side north side
This town ain't big, this town ain't small
It's a little of both they say
Our ball club may be minor league but at least it's triple A
We sit
lead you
Everywhere I see the remice of a proud people
Where little girls find their way in the world through mama
And little guys see the world
This town ain't big, this town ain't small
It's a little of both they say
Our ball club may be minor league but at least it's triple A
We sit
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
CHORUS (2X)
Wheels Up Take Off LAX
Touchdown in California where we find out who da best
This is Real Love like Tupac in the west
Got the Fans
me
I got fifteen niggas who convinced
That they in love with me
Playing who
You niggas not even in
The little league
Stretching truth like
Your skinny
elite
How ya mans come off the bench on the G League?
(how ya mans come off the bench on the G League?)
Dior Danté run the game it's a three-peat
That
thumpin' as I'm hoppin' out the Benz
It's that menace from the west side back at it again
Showcase the skills, it's a ten across the board
Gave 'em a little
decomposition
(No, Oh)
We are not in the same league
Adam Sandler I'm Mr Deeds
(I'm Mr Deeds)
Trees that's all that I breathe (Yeah)
Got stopped by the cops
I
fresh ass hair
style baggy out clout slick
creamy and fresh east coast to west
(Jazzy Joyce)
brooklyn
uptown
to the universal fair
old school
Creamy and fresh east coast to west
Brooklyn
Uptown
To the universal fair
Old school M-C's
I'm slicker this year, I'm slicker this year
Myrtle Ave
speak a Little Zulu
Sawubona but I aint speaking Voodoo
You say Ngikhona Siyahamba ekukhanyeni kwenkos
You looking at me like Im doing the most
This
a little jewelry down
Pick my valuables up lay my tomfoolery down
They like the way I Converse
They alpha dude Chucks
But these Taylors here are tailor made
take us back to little league
You got my back
I got your back
Steal her from her new man, nacho back
Uh, she said take me away
All the way to Cali in
im sick of it
you think im lickin your toes
smell me cumin when when i stick my baby d** in your nose
i skipped little leagues, went straight
let the gangbang fool ya
I'm a boss out here on the west
Killah coast is my home rich rollin' on my throne with my blue bandana on my neck
Girl, come
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