Texican - West Side King lyrics

[Texican - West Side King lyrics]

Ok right now I'm gonna put it on the sheet
So I can put it on the streets
And make myself the number one so conceited
I make myself so conceited
Just playing for all these people
Is this the lifestyle
Of a rapper who eating off a plate, please
The West Side made a child in 2003
She told her baby "You can
Grow up being anything"
These other motherfuckers think they
Acting like the king
But they know to bow to me
Cause I'm product of her seed
Number one in the city it's just
The way it has to be
Phonies thinking they can speed it but
They meter is at E
I ain't gotta be so cheesy but
All they beef is just vegan
Why you say you make a sandwich
Where the fuck is your meat?
They think they shit is Kobe
But it's only Dollar General
They think that I'm just joking but they
Don't know I'm a threat to them
I might be just a freshman in
This school of instrumentals but I'm
Better than the 8th graders who
Can't get it through they
Thick skull that they're still
Bogus and nothing
They think "Oh this little bitch
Don't know he's fucking around now cause his
SoundCloud's not buzzing"
The only thing you base it off
Is plays and appeal and just
Ignore the skill cause it's just a skeleton
Who needs a vertebrae when
You've got the gelatin?
The rapper's only as good as
They are to stand so go ahead and flop, I
Don't care, enjoy your Jello, man

1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3, 4
Everybody want it
They wanting to see more now 1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4 everybody want it
They wanting to see more now 1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4 everybody want it
They wanting to see more now 1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4 everybody want it
They wanting to see more now

Snap back to reality, it's 2022
Stop living in your fantasies cause
You got shit to do
We see you talking talk and
Seeing you try to walk
Can you run a hundred meters
Without any legs at all?
Off of a cuff, hands tied
I'm working here sleepy eyed
Writing lyrics that will never hit a tune
What the fuck am I to do?
9 to 5s to survive in the West Side
People rob you in the nighttime for
Your bike or your ride
I know many people be like
"What's the whole deal?"
"You grew up in the white side
You ain't from here"
Motherfucker, I'm not white
I've seen it for real
Keystone, Hildebrand, robberies, peel
Out of the neighborhood with the cameras
Jewelry and the piggy bank
Stolen from my bedroom, a
White shirt, brown face, black light
That's your culprit
Run out to the hills to never find him
How insulting
Meanwhile Dads burying they sons
Cuz they capped in the head with a gun
What the fuck you people on?
Petty theft lead to death lead
To funerals lead to debt
What the fuck you have to say to that?
Everybody tryna fight for something
Nobody be liking no one
People out for blood say it's nothing
Crime rips families black, White, Hispanic
Less about race, more about superficial panic
No money means you're nothing in America
No job means you're scum to the area
210 got none of those to offer
But what the fuck you saying
"We are nothing to America"?

1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3, 4
Everybody want it
They wanting to see more now 1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4 everybody want it
They wanting to see more now 1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4 everybody want it
They wanting to see more now 1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4 everybody want it
They wanting to see more now

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