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seasoning freestyle - wstrn lyrics

[verse 1 * akelle]
took a break but i’m back now
everybody’s looking famous and flash now
set the levels real high and really done things
so all these hating bruddas better know we run things
let me tell you something
i’ve been up, eating my dinner
don’t ever get it twisted, i still do spinner
all my real goons inna, couple drillers
jumping off stage and straight into ringers
ain’t no ordinary singers, you must be mad
if i say i’m gonna buss your head i’m gonna buss it bad
yeah i buss a couple straps, would you think that?
true you see me looking nerdy in my pink hat
nah darg i’ve been gang
for real, i’m cool though
that’s why when you see me i be like “cool bro”
it’s no shook ting, it’s a w12 bush ting
ootings, abbings, bruises, dabbings
how sh*t’s changed since my music’s been active
people see me and say they knew this would happen
i’m sitting here thinking like “i knew this would happen”
it’s all mad, man i ain’t even made it
they ask me what it’s like to be famous and i ain’t even famous
not close, oh you think i’m the man cause i’ve got gold?
nah ah me dat, follow follow my leader
catch me in bush or up by auntie rashida
keep up, keep kicking it, fifa
we living it, we up, see past all them chicken heads
yeah i can show you a thing or two
they thought i just bought gold, i bought a spinner too
n*ggas had me rolling in a ringer too
l!cking down doors in my kickers shoes
win or lose, man i ain’t a pushover
if you know me then you should know i’m a bush soldier
three hundred and sixty five days a year
i made it clear, i’ll be doing this until i’ve made it clear
i gave ’em tears, gave ’em blood, i gave ’em sweat as well
gave ’em years, made it tough, made ’em stress as well
think about it, voices always telling me to sing about it
it’s like the money is the heart, can’t live without it
it’s f*cked up man, i don’t know where my head is
facebook, i came across an unread message
saying “happy new year, hope you’re settling in”
blah blah, “but you’ve got unidentical twins”
but he blanked it, thinking to himself this is a mad ting
especially when he was busy keeping up with gang sh*t
yeah i used to run with sticks, i used to hit and hope
it’s funny, none of this was a hit and hope
made money, all we did was made a hit and hope
they was in their sports cars and i was in a different boat
[verse 2 * louis rei]
but let me tell you from a different row
westside when we ride if you didn’t know
mic check one two, watch ’em give a goal
bounce back, a stand up guy like a dinner toast
keep a smithon with a distance for them n*ggas though
i ain’t stressing, keep a hitta close
i was married to the streets, that’s why i miss the roads
miss the roads, i beg you listen close
i put a diamond on her finger then man dipped and gone
what you talking bout winners? we got some different strokes
i’m finger l!cking with your chicken though
i can send a home pigeon toad
and then it’s right back to the mission ho
bang on some nipsey, throw some d*ckies on
it ain’t just haile who be in the zone
we catch a flight to like a different zone

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