Westside Spit

(Fresh motherfuckin' DuzIt Who the fuck that nigga think he is? FreshDuzIt) (Remember when I told you...) Oooh, feeling this motherfucka right here It's PradaJay 317 Shit Back in the booth again Know y'all been waiting for this shit Kick it raw for a second Look Been sitting back for quite a minute I ain't been writing Had too much on my plate I couldn't balance at a time There's a reason for my absence now I'm just tryna make it right Can you bear with me and listen for these two minutes of rhymes I be spitting I be ripping every track I get to write It keep me lifted when my spirits ain't been feeling way too high Listen I can spit an image just as pretty as the sky It ain't a wish born with a gift that when I spit it's just a vibe I don't even got to try because this shit put me at ease Yo, on the real I'd always thought this be my thing I know it's time to make it happen can't be letting up my dreams My habits got me hanging by a string but I got right back Yea I know they like that Back then it was war inside my head and I ain't fight back Thought I wouldn't rise got on my feet and they ain't like that No you ain't like that Took a loss and doubled up I made it right back Bitch I'm so ill so dope in the vein flow I been reaching heights that motherfuckas said I can't go Big shoutout to Wayne I'm smoking purple out the rainbow Spitting so retarded it might knock you out your brain hoe Now put your cups up For a real nigga Who gon deal with you If it's an issue, keep it real with you Heavy with that steel nigga Bottom line it's kill to kill nigga If it's one of mine come get a meal nigga Waiting on a mil ticket Got some niggas who gon still kick it If I get rich then bitch we still litty And you 100 if you still with me Only keep the real with me Never keep the steel empty Yo for real, keep it real with me Call him Curtis Jackson make him feel 50 Got a double barrel hit his back and make him feel ricky RICKYYY HA HA