(Right... West side, you know what)
Don't ask if this out
I'm dropping, shit I know this the drought
My shit potent, I'm focused
I'm packing up my clothes and I'm out
2 hour flight, 2 hour drive but I'm still close to the house
In some condos, I ain't even telling hoes no posts in the house
Came a long way from my ceiling leaking and holes in the house
Till the hoes came, I ain't even want no hoes in the house
Niggas close to me, posting me, saying we supposed to be homies
Like hopefully bro'll post me saying this supposed to be out
4 months straight, no I can pride in myself
I got it and I done felt the switch up and I'm proud of myself
I'm stopping myself, sometimes I even lied to myself like I'm dropping
How many times a nigga done tried to get help? I ain't stopping
I'm locked in, Bernard Hopkins, I'm boxing the shelf
Still got trophies from before Toure was even popping his self
I got 'em or the savage got 'em
He shot 'em and slid beside him
How would you know all about it? It's probably because I lined it myself
This shit coke, I could do a line of myself
If you was me and I was you, I'd probably be waiting in line for myself
Instead of hating, I'd probably take this time for myself
(Just to get it right)
I done seen love turn hate, seen real turn fake, seen friends turn enemies
I realize there ain't no love in this industry
Niggas ain't really as loyal as they pretend to be
I just hope when I go they remember me
Love my city, deep down I know they'll finish me
See the ocean from the condo, this shit lit for me
If that ain't motivation, I don't know what they get from me
And if I don't answer my phone, it's on DND
Hurt my heart, I'm on the West coast playing PnB
Broken heart, I'm on the West coast playing PnB
(Playing PnB, playing PnB)
Hurt my heart, we from the city where it's so hard to make it out
For you to end up getting rich and then somebody take you out
In Philly if you be rich and don't nobody snake you out or slime you out
It's like a jungle if you end up climbing out
Then they shot you and it shock you cause we end up finding out
That you died out of town while nobody not around
How the fuck we supposed to feel?
And your homies they'll slide but who the fuck they supposed to kill?
I see a picture, get the chills thinking bout this shit for real
I done seen love turn hate, seen real turn fake, seen friends turn enemies
I realize there ain't no love in this industry
Niggas ain't really as loyal as they pretend to be
I just hope when I go they remember me
Love my city, deep down I know they'll finish me
See the ocean from the condo, this shit lit for me
If that ain't motivation, I don't know what they get from me
And if I don't answer my phone, it's on DND
Hurt my heart, I'm on the West coast playing PnB
Broken heart, I'm on the West coast playing PnB
(Playing PnB, playing PnB)