West Side (feat. Struggle Jennings)

From the West Side Where the cowboys roam the night The Monte Carlos rumble by Under these faded old street lights Whoa-whoa on the West Side, rules don't apply For a man on a mission (West Side) either you live or you die (ha ha) This is my struggle (you got a choice) this is my story, this is my life Whoa (Struggle) welcome to my West Side I was born in a flood so I can breathe underwater My father was a martyr on the cross for sons and daughters Hate and karma's got a price and I collected that payment Smoke clears, burnt rubber, empty shells on the pavement Smoke lingers, ears ringin', blood drippin' from a trigger finger Feelin' like I'll never get right with God If not, I'll gain his trust and gun down the Devil Boondock Saint, two Glocks in war paint Soul's not for sale and my heart's never fake They kept sayin' that I couldn't but I never claimed I can't See the grind's always worth it when you're searchin' for a purpose I came up out the furnace belt 'n' boots made of serpents From the West Side Where the cowboys roam the night The Monte Carlos rumble by Under these faded old street lights Whoa-whoa on the West Side, rules don't apply For a man on a mission, either you live or you die This is my struggle, this is my story, this is my life Whoa, welcome to my West Side I was 12-years-old walkin' to H&H market For some Big League gum and a NASCAR of Dale Earnhardt Skateboarded at St. Lukes, ran from neighbors pit bulls Yeah, them things had no chains like a broken-ass Mongoose Play t-ball at Charlotte Park with 210 Hillwood class And I hung out with some crazies down on California Ave I met 'em through my cousin Timmy the summer that I stayed out west Ridin' around in that single cab bumpin' The Definition of Real album Who hotter than me? Yeah, that shit puts me into that vibe Makes me wanna pull out that '90s model, roast some tread off of them tires And every time I pass Metro, I think about that time We swapped seats on I-40 doin' a hundred and five From the West Side Where the cowboys roam the night The Monte Carlos rumble by Under these faded old street lights Whoa-whoa on the West Side, rules don't apply For a man on a mission, either you live or you die This is my struggle, this is my story, this is my life Whoa, welcome to my West Side Whoa-whoa, welcome to my West Side