Westerlude

Yeah, West-West Unh, look, unh They say things will never be the same when you coming from the ghetto As you moving on further, it's harder for you to let go Certain ties keep you close, especially when y'all close And all them R.I.P.'s make it harder for you to eat I'm educating my people on how we can build wealth Building up our knowledge to better equip ourselves Cause nobody gonna care for you as much as you care for you When you on the rebound, they try and just box you out Man, that's why things will never be the same Been stabbed in the back but never felt the pain We didn't came from any losses, charged them to the game Enlarging my perspective about the only thing that kept me sane I'm telling you, man There's been many nights where I fought with my reality I asked myself, like, if I died, would they even care for me Type of question, I swear, will question your whole synergy That confirmed that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, homie I get people going for being who I am The only ones in my position will only just understand Ever since I wasn't youngin and I had dreams of being the man No sense of dreaming, I've always been the man, that was my only plan All my homies is blue or red flagging Rolling around with pants sagging, cuffed denims, 501's with the glocks in them Hard to change the ones in they position Can't knock the homie hustle, he grinding to go and going get it, man West