King Lil G - Eternal West Coast lyrics

I got 'em stuck off the realness
The king murderous
The city where you get caught slipping
Homie you learn to bust
I get harassed by the gang unit observing us
They got a gang in every state now
What did you learn from us?
California don't need a motive to
Run up on 'em
My forty-four got me fully focused
I'm smoking doja
I'm holding on, remaining strong
Putting love in my culture
You and your phony homies know when
It's best to approach us
Coast to nostra don't speak about it
How you supposed to
I can't wait till my older
Homies get out of Folsom
Intellectual gangsters I learned
The most from
Sell the most drugs, Atlanta and Minnesota
I feel like my last breath is getting closer
As I seen the candles lit at
The store by the corner
You keep hating on me dog
But your girl supports us autograph titties
That's how I'm gonna promote us

I recommend with your enemies
Never reconcile i taught you better
You haven't been ready in a while
Full of bullets holes
You supposed to know the deal
If I could rule the world
I'd do some songs with Lauryn Hill
And talk about the realist shit on
How the fuck I feel
On how you down to sell your
Soul for a couple mill ceramic rap
I'm 'bout to name it the traffic rap
They caught Tommy on the road
We gotta bring him back fuck it
We lost till somebody gotta call the boss
This is hard or trusty Vindo
I been knowing you the longest
Do it like Italians do in the old Boston
I put Biggie Smalls tape in my old walkman
I'll tell you to your face with no metaphor
Fucking with the king
My soldiers ready to go to war
Don't comprehend what I'm saying?
Go get Rosetta Stone
Forty-seven mob homie, we the next to blow