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First crush was the preacher's son First punch was Chelsea, that's my round got her back til kingdom come At BAC we was the freshest, smartest, since kindergarten, pardon my pompous But my circumstances should've had me dearly departed We were starved for opportunity and begging for immunity From violence we never started, from trauma that we ain't seek Moving units with cardiac, varsity how we run it back That black and teal and purple color my blood and color my speech I do this for myself, for my my family and the four For the west who knows me best, since I sleeping on the floor See, I've been watching family die since the tender age of 8 So I've been scraping funds together, we been tryna make a way Grandma worked at Krispy Kreme so we been about the dough Played AAU for years and I thought I was going pro But the books they opened doors that court never could And I'm standing here today when no one thought I would You can catch me 'round the way, I ain't hard to find Oakley did it for the city, Imma do it for the side The south it raised a lover, on the west I learned to fight If you come around my way, I'll show you both gimme a night You don't my city like I know my queen Country cackalacking with diamond in the back A string of pearl around yo neckbone, collards with the biscuit Picket fence we ain't got em but just listen We just need that price's chicken, catching movies at northlake Getting kicked out of southpark, playing ball by where you stay Walking past the Dub C on the way to your place Lincoln heights and Arbor Glen to me both got the same face (yeah) Football games at Big I or Harding or POB Battle of Allegheny dodging bullets and police Cop a tray from Cookout, 85 off sugar creek Rest my head on park road, take a sip and catch the breeze Now I'm westing out on market street After dark see treasure troves of Black folk living life like it's the last one we gon ever know Packed my bags six years ago, might pack 'em once again Headed west for gold like olden days 'til I find the gems within You can catch me 'round the way, I ain't hard to find Oakley did it for the city, Imma do it for the side The south it raised a lover, on the west I learned to fight If you come around my way, I'll show you both gimme a night One time for the west, two times for the west, three times for the west Four times for the muthafuckin' 4 One time for the west, two times for the west, three times for the west Four times for the muthafuckin' 4 nigga
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