Westlake High

Uh, yeah You know, um I just wanna apologize, um, in advance, really For all of my mistakes that I'm— I'm bound to make That I've made in the past, though No human is— is perfect and I'm not tryna be, either Yeah, alright If only Father Time had the patience of Mother Nature If only I was wiser when I first discovered paper If only Martin Luther never stayed at the Lorraine Hotel Shit, he'd still be alive and well Shout out my nigga Yo Gotti, that's my Memphis connect He always put his niggas on and so I give him respect My right wrist Audemars, left wrist a Patek Fuck a aux cord, nigga, throw that shit in, cassette tape I went to Westlake High where death rates rise And some people go on to waste the rest they lives I go back every now and then to check they vibes The rest of my classmates workin' tech-based jobs I just bought a Range Rover and did a song with Nas In the belly of the beast where the strong survive Tryna move past the lows and prolong the highs, huh But still I rise, yeah You know, uh It's times like this in life, where You just gotta relish in the moment, and then— And cherish these moments, dawg, 'cause, like I made it, man, and, um It's not like it's a surprise or anything But I'm just gon' live in this moment And be present at this time, though I'ma be doin' this music shit at the absolute highest level For a long-ass time, man, as long as I want to And, um, that's all I try to do, man, is Give y'all my life and everything from a bird's-eye view Though you must remember that the mantra The way of life is always, huh Everything high-level And— And, also, um I wanna dedicate this album to my grandmother My late grandmother, God rest her soul Janet Dunston Um, she was on my last album singin' interludes, dawg, and, uh Man, I miss that woman so much But, um, I'ma be here for a long time, man As long as I wanna do this shit Everything high-level