L.A. (Lost Alone)

Oh you want your weed from the westside, westside, westside, westside, westside Now you want to move to the westside, westside, westside, westside, westside Oh you want your weed from the westside, westside, westside, westside, westside Now you want to move to the westside, westside, westside, westside, westside Now I ain't here to talk down on another nigga Know I'm here for a purpose, and money business I know God got me working on a bigger picture And these rap niggas thinking that I'm fucking with them These instruments compiled to beats is all I need But at times shit get hard just to flow at ease I find myself writing lyrics about the shit I need Shit I see, about environment surrounding me And I've gotten to a place where I'm disappointed Tell me where's your focus is it on the fame and fortune And while you chasing cookie, do she got your perfect fortune I remember when the bars had much importance Tell me do I got an audience To hear this portion of my life that I choose to spill out right now Looking at my family drama, trying to get me a house, get me a spouse Maybe later, but for now in her mouth Oh you want your weed from the westside, westside, westside, westside, westside Now you want to move to the westside, westside, westside, westside, westside Oh you want your weed from the westside, westside, westside, westside, westside Now you want to move to the westside, westside, westside, westside, westside Tell me this only cause I'm young trying to grow Maybe when I'm gone I can think for myself But too much shit around you can't be bad for your health Cause you never really lonely till you there by yourself Tell me this only cause I'm young trying to grow Maybe when I'm gone I can think for myself But too much shit around you can't be bad for your health Cause you never really lonely till you there by yourself Westside, westside, westside, westside, westside Westside, westside, westside, westside, westside