The Mission

Never been the nigga to front cause boy, I used to get fronted OG at 23 a P, he shippin' Q's for 12 hundred That was a different day, cuffed it from Jackie, he knew I'd pay Had me a couple hoes, just needed a Lac or a Chevrolet Rebuilt a 7-9, full amount 'til this day I ain't paid I'll get 'em back one day, they was rippin' off niggas anyway It ain't no thang though The world keep spinnin' I kept grindin' Getchyo change yo The kid kept spittin', he keep climbin' It's a hard enough job tryin' to stay on top Just a dope young hood star got bustas sayin' I'ma flop tryin' To help the homies out cause I got niggas gettin' shot done felt My fair share of droughts now I'm takin' these niggas spots I moved from section to section Fucked up and learned a few lessons Served some payback with no blessings I be so deep in my sessions It can't be no more digressions I ask these niggas a question They response sound like they guessin' I pay it forward and press 'em Cause this is California Westside Los Angeles, ya dig I bend me a corner, blow marijuana do it big Ain't self made or selfish, I'll split the profit with my click Linguini with shell fish, then blow some ones and hit the strip I'm thrustin' my pelvis, until she feel it in her tits So transcontinental, we sippin' liquor at the Ritz Somewhere in south London, mayn catch me stuntin' with Jay Prince Get bread in abundance, break off my kin and never switch, Mundo I love my city, yeah I love my dawgs Ya told me don't trip, nigga, I'ma pay it forward Cause me and you go back before I had no dough for shoes, nowhere to go But mayn I love this city, I don't love these hoes On a mission for the scritch and nigga everybody know Yeah, it's the 1 the 2 the 3 the 4 Westside Dub B, O-P-M at yo door Yo keeping a shell around my mind, a mental terrapin Tearing out my break line can't slow down, so close I can taste this shit Standin' up on a precipice of pullin' up a generation But I can't forget the many lessons that it took to raise a nigga Land of the villain vacay Scam everyday for the payday Fam when I'm callin' mayday Come on nigga you know That I'm really puttin' work in On my back got a Kerchek Gotta rap with a purpose On the path for the curses Blessings and questions this shit is a quest For the best days Call me a rookie, seen veteran thangs Call me a bookie, I bet I'ma win Gotta keep pushin' for the folks that held me down for ages Before a nigga ever had a dream of puttin' the pen to pages Nigga had a team always leaned, settin' some expectations To my niggas a million thanks For the support and patience Went from the poor to the paid Weather the storm n remained Our rapport never break Nigga there's more to claim Lets pour the pain N sip it we the champs Ain't nothing more to say I say I say I say I say I love my city, yeah I love my dawgs Ya told me don't trip, nigga, I'ma pay it forward Cause me and you go back before I had no dough for shoes, nowhere to go But mayn I love this city, I don't love these hoes On a mission for the scritch and nigga everybody know Yeah, it's the 1 the 2 the 3 the 4 Westside Dub B, O-P-M at yo door Me and you was jackin' brews, that was before the pub deal Me and you would kick it all the time with nothin' not nihil So much time to kill, simple days were plain, Lays chips On the days I'm most passed these are the most missed But we Johnny, we good, we cash, we Carson If I sing these blues in folsom 'til my grave and coffin If you got stabbed like Haley Joel Osmond I'll head to Slauson I'm making a tee for you, I'll know what to sing I'll know how to grief You remember playing Madden 'til yo auntie told us turn that shit off We only got older it's crazy how we fell this far off We went from talking everyday to just not talking at all I guess that's just how we grew up, I know it's nobody's fault And it's not like me talking behind your back or bash you But I just gotta ask you, if you got a new number you never reply Yeah I just gotta ask you, yah I thought that I saw you you never said hi Or was it goodbye? I hope you know, I know I know I know I know I love my city, yeah I love my dawgs Ya told me don't trip, nigga, I'ma pay it forward Cause me and you go back before I had no dough for shoes, nowhere to go But mayn I love this city, I don't love these hoes On a mission for the scritch and nigga everybody know Yeah, it's the 1 the 2 the 3 the 4 Westside Dub B, O-P-M at yo door