Yeah **** said I’m back on the west side

Got silver tongue spitting a list full of **** that I’m praying that I catch on the same line

I been in the same motion

Like a pistol staying loaded

Hitting in the same spot every damn time

Marksmen

These ain't motherfucken brand stripes

Marshal law breakers on a joyride

 partial to no man or his mankind

Hot smoke ****

I've been having dreams of getting money from this rap

But I’ve been hitting ceilings every time I get the chance

Texting the promoter tell him that I need more cash

This year I ain't doing favours for your scraps

Hell nah ****

Imma need that money quicker than a bail bondsmen

Give it to the **** know they’ve got the same problems

You don’t want no beef with me

You know shawty with me got the features like a DVD

Dressed for the sarai but I’m really in the CBD

You know where to find me if you’re seriouly trying to meet

Big binge on that good old sixth sense

With my thick friends

Head nods and the slick grins

Big drinks big sips then its big spins

Big bends

Flip sins like Christians

Cut, cut, cut

Wait…

Yeah

Cut, cut, cut, paste that’s the only thing these **** do these days anyway

Cut, cut, cut, ways that’s the only way these **** stay in their place these days

I’ve been staying later after practice just to practice

Studying the greats and running suicides and laps

I can hear em whisper every single time I pass em

But I know the hills have eyes and they chat

And I’ve got time today

This only practice man this ain't the game

You **** faking man we ain't the same