Westside (feat. Nigel James, Journey the Profit & Valencrime) - Mastad0n

I cant face all my problems cuz I need a taste of the good life I could sit and tell you lies but I might be straight this one time I only wanna feel you next to me Girl I touch you my heart skips a beat Its never too late to take another day Lets live tonight Buy that Mercedes go crash off the lot We tryna get crazy just catching a buzz I am so reckless you are so fine No more impressions we are undressing Interstate ten down memory lane I feel like I know you, been hoping n praying Im fixing to show you love we gone make it I feel the connection this a blessing Go take a marker and lets save the date No medication love numbing the pain Birthplace of music others are clueless We're gonna do this it must be our fate Too much confusion? Exiting optional No convolution maneuver the obstacles Future of everything all up to us Mission no longer impossible I cant face all my problems cuz I need a taste of the good life I could sit and tell you lies but I might be straight this one time I only wanna feel you next to me Girl I touch you my heart skips a beat Its never too late to take another day Lets live tonight I think I love you but this is realm is limited I think I really forgot what forgiveness is A little bit of pomegranate Burts Bees Wax in my pocket No time to reminiscence when you running out of options One fifty a zip lines crossing don't be a hostage The name of the game is survival be cautious Text me when you get home texting on a flip phone its been known I been finessing things like a Flintstone lets get stoned I need a Chris clone my lips sewn She unbuttoned my trousers and let out a big moan Now its a blessing that I'm healthy Instead of popping pills feeling helpless I dont think you understand the hell I've seen I cant face all my problems cuz I need a taste of the good life I could sit and tell you lies but I might be straight this one time I only wanna feel you next to me Girl I touch you my heart skips a beat Its never too late to take another day Lets live tonight Words like dragon glass we ain't having that Take yo average ass and see ya way out back Sacagawea, this sack of weed will bring closure to your financial needs What is he talking about his words hit me like a needle Up at the ass crack of dawn making beats Flexing my words flying around like an eagle Next thing you hear he a rapper and a singer Bitch please I manifest my destiny Your two tone Lexus don't really impress me Bitch please I manifest my destiny Your two tone Lexus don't really impress me Pass this down to my grandkids an investment I never really had shit but I'll always have this It shows what you can do when you active Stay low key always implement action I was unhealthy a bit now I see I do it for myself with no distractions

Channel three murder scene, got him Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom So I came to develop and grow like a garden But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party And I'm living too gnarly Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets They want action let it be what it be Gotta get it, I ain't living for free Lot of hundreds that we all want to see (Niggas gone take some) They may yellow tape you Depending on how you giving up the paper My people shooting like they play for the Lakers We riding around with that K for the capers I'm in the Smoky Mountains sipping Par Probably gone pull up on Dolly Parton I be stepping on shit like I got a pardon And we smoking exotic, nobody farting Niggas run them pockets when I walk in the room Lot of guns, you can choose your doom Never sleeping, when you snooze you lose These bags on my eyes are Jimmy Choo Hit up your girl to help me bust a P down I'm selling bandana when I'm out in C-Town She hop in the panoramic and get beat down I trapped in your hood for hours, I made three rounds Buy it for one and I sell it for two Only me and boo, no more room in the coupe She be sipping that shit out of me like it's soup And I took that boy shit, now he gotta recoup Never doubt, I've never been in a drought Keep it coming in and getting it out Twenties, fifties, hundreds any amount Run my money, bitch stop running your mouth If you ain't a hustler, then we can not relate Money in the bank and we got racks in the safe Paper on the floor, I gotta get me a rake They want more and more, I gotta raise up the rate Hey Channel three murder scene, got him Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom So I came to develop and grow like a garden But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party And I'm living too gnarly Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets They want action let it be what it be Gotta get it, I ain't living for free Lot of hundreds that we all want to see (Niggas gone take some) They may yellow tape you Depending on how you giving up the paper My people shooting like they play for the Lakers We riding around with that K for the capers My brodie, my grodie, my nigga my homie He got taxed for that Act so we're pouring it slowly I'm unlocking my bully, I'm 'bout to go Broly And we prey on the opps so we leaving 'em holy I'm driving that Honda like I'm selling mid He thought all that talking was slick so we slid You're trying to get high while I'm trying to get rich I built a house with all these muhfuckin' bricks Don't call me by my government, call me Masta My music meant for all the trappers and bastards Trying to find out their place in the world like a travel agent Start a change, but they're ending it faster I told them young niggas stop playing with guns Red tips in the drum, this shit ain't for fun I'm unloading this bitch, I won't stop 'til it's done Had to foreign the whip, drop the top in the sun Hellcat the highway to heaven Size 17, boy I really be stepping Crush up your fingers so fuck who you're repping And I'm from Jackson where you need a weapon Nigga free SK know we go EBK Said that shit to his face since he didn't behave Heard he spoke on my name, tell me what did he say? Imma pull up and see for myself, I can't wait We still upping the rate Channel three murder scene, got him Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom So I came to develop and grow like a garden But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party And I'm living too gnarly Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets They want action let it be what it be Gotta get it, I ain't living for free Lot of hundreds that we all want to see (Niggas gone take some) They may yellow tape you Depending on how you giving up the paper My people shooting like they play for the Lakers We riding around with that K for the capers