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west side king - 2022 version - texican lyrics

[verse 1]
ok right now i’m gonna
put it on the sheet
so i can put it on the streets
and make myself the number one
so conceited
i make myself so conceited
just playing for all these people
is this the lifestyle
of a rapper who eating off a plate, please
the west side made a child in 2003
she told her baby “you can grow up being anything”
these other motherf*ckers think they acting like the king
but they know to bow to me cause i’m product of her seed
number one in the city it’s just the way it has to be
phonies thinking they can speed it but they meter is at e
i ain’t gotta be so cheesy but all they beef is just vegan
why you say you make a sandwich, where the f*ck is your meat?
they think they sh*t is kobe but it’s only dollar general
they think that i’m just joking but they don’t know i’m a threat to them
i might be just a freshman in this school of instrumentals but i’m
better than the 8th graders who can’t get it through they
thick skull that they’re still bogus and nothing
they think “oh this little b*tch don’t know he’s f*cking
around now cause his soundcloud’s not buzzing”
the only thing you base it off is plays and appeal and just
ignore the sk!ll cause it’s just a skeleton
who needs a vertebrae when you’ve got the gelatin?
the rapper’s only as good as they are to stand
so go ahead and flop, i don’t care, enjoy your jello, man
[hook]
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4
everybody want it, they wanting to see more now
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4
everybody want it, they wanting to see more now
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4
everybody want it, they wanting to see more now
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4
everybody want it, they wanting to see more now

[verse 2]
snap back to reality, it’s 2022
stop living in your fantasies cause you got sh*t to do
we see you talking talk and seeing you try to walk
can you run a hundred meters without any legs at all?
off of a cuff, hands tied, i’m working here sleepy eyed
writing lyrics that will never hit a tune
what the f*ck am i to do?
9 to 5s to survive in the west side
people rob you in the nighttime for your bike or your ride
i know many people be like “what’s the whole deal?”
“you grew up in the white side, you ain’t from here”
motherf*cker, i’m not white, i’ve seen it for real
keystone, hildebrand, robberies, peel
out of the neighborhood with the cameras
jewelry and the piggy bank stolen from my bedroom, a
white shirt, brown face, black light, that’s your culprit
run out to the hills to never find him, how insulting
meanwhile dads burying they sons
cuz they capped in the head with a gun
what the f*ck you people on?
petty theft lead to death lead to funerals lead to debt
what the f*ck you have to say to that?
everybody tryna fight for something
n0body be liking no one
people out for blood say it’s nothing
crime rips families. black, white, hispanic
less about race, more about superficial panic
no money means you’re nothing in america
no job means you’re scum to the area
210 got none of those to offer
but what the f*ck you saying “we are nothing to america”?
[hook]
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4
everybody want it, they wanting to see more now
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4
everybody want it, they wanting to see more now
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4
everybody want it, they wanting to see more now
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4
everybody want it, they wanting to see more now

- texican lyrics

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