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It's your girl, Chanel West Coast

If you drunk and acting foolish
Then this be the music that shit
To make you lose it
Get thrown out like you

scary, Insidious
Prince in the West, no William (Insidious)
Dead ting dead, she hideous
Work rate high, tryna get to a million
(A million)
Man down, man

Yuk, what, thug lord, regime
West coast, Yukmouth, Mac Mac, uh, check

(Verse 1: C-Bo)
Mission arrives upon all means, all the cream
Baddest bitches

but it's all good though
'cause like everybody else I got a dream to make a million yo
Now what? You thought we got crazy bank?
You know I'm sleeping in

you've never been caught, boy you must be lucky
But don't go parkin by my tires, you better hush puppy
They never catch us all, it'll never stop
Any

and you're mesmerized by your people
All that brown skin, all that brown skin
High like heroine
Feel that Cali wind


Pune, had the biggest show I ever

Saturday vibers
If you can’t find me I’m in trackie and sliders
Out and about in west I’m posted up
With the bros I’m smokin' up
I got got the loudest beats

the when I was barely getting by
All I had ta do was keep my eyes on the prize
Kick it in overdrive
While haters fall by the wayside
To hot ta touch
Built

close
Surprise like from a ghost
Saying things important most
Those in ear pitch giving toast
Not a hateful dissing roast
From near East to far West Coast

Look
If I'm not richer by next year, then I'm going to kill myself
I kicked her out to beat my meat, I like to feel myself
She told me she's one in

Get
By
Us
Fuck you
How high can we go
There ain't no ceilings and I'ma never ever stop until we making a killing
Feeling committed for new beginnings

From the west side
Best side of the windy city
Rico C, best rapper, he love titties
Grammy aspirations & want to snag him a billy
Niggas hate, he

Dead or in Jail

Statik Selektah

Statik Kxng

2016

sneakers
You ain't fashion forward as Kanye, I guess we do need Jesus
I'm in my Coupe, I'm rocking a few jewelry pieces
Playing some unheard Eminem, like

Tryna escape it with sports, hopin' they win the Heisman
By any means, I'm chasin' a different dream
I could buy eight cars
I make a million

lesser
I used to do freestyles for my bros but  now I wanna choose rap as my career
I'm from the west side where you ain't got it they tell you to sit out

an honor
To be considered as someone with potential to conquer
King Tud but the kingdom's still way over yonder
A yandere motherfucker
I'm on my Kanye shit
I

Hail to the Chief

Prophets of Rage

Prophets of Rage

2017

Hold it

Hovering over
Looking over the shoulder
Suspense suspect
Who got next game
Hanging us by the necks
Hold onto your purses and wallets

huntsman Kanye West'y
A na payslip dymać jakiś chciał naleśnik będzie mnie ogolę nożem go jak Rambo wierz mi
Miałeś koleżkę co fajnie kreślił? Ty wpadam i

on that dotted line had me sitting still
But a hundred K flat will get me out the deal, deal
I'm on the way with a check now
Get my dick licked on 26, West

Joints 2000

Masterminds

The Underground Railroad

2000

a million thoughts runnin wild in my heart
When it beats it creates musical art
That talks and melodies only heard by Mozart
Telepathically traveled a form

leading me to obtain
You aim but you miss
Distracted by the folkllore
Lightbearers decieved and we only hear the crowds roar
We seeking the limelight

popping Percs, i'm in the ceiling
I been getting high just to get by and I don't want the millions
Every time I stare into your eyes I get uncomfortable

(Bangladesh)
El Padrino, yeah
La Maquina, yeah
Just counted up a million cash, nigga (pardon me)
All twenties (The Machine, nigga, haha)
El

from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies