West

Where the sun is setting

(Yeah)

No short cuts when it came to writing this

From the blessed land where a **** finding this

Throw some crosses on your neck

Holy water on the flesh 'cause the sun be spitting like he possessed

When I drop, it's like heat compressed

Man, my shit past the speaker test

Told my dawg, "Put the gun on rest"

I'ma kill 'em with my bare mouth

No need to put a strap out

Young Eagle never back out

Till Madison Square Garden packed out

And my shit on the corner, like a **** moving packs now

Throw some flowers on my grandma grave (Ooh)

She gon' open up the way, we gon' fill up the safe

Never rap for the dollar, man, I rap for my momma

And I rap for my brothers, light the candle for my father

We gon' light up the sky (Let that shit breathe)

We gon' light up the skies

Gave birth to the young prodigy, you can see it in his eyes

Man, them rappers full of lies, and I ain't got the time

I'm only twenty-five with twenty-five to go

**** say they fire, but I know they blowin' smoke (Uh)

Careful who you call the GOAT

And I got the game by the throat

Young Eagle goin' ape, and you ain't gotta tell

I can tell you all my secrets if you swear to never tell

Got some killers who gon' kill for me

Got some brothers who ain't never seen bail

How you win if you don't fail?

Flow like Niagara, like I'm Redveil

Man, I made it out the motherfuckin' bottom

Got my foot on the motherfuckin' throttle

**** want Yellow, huh?

That's that old shit

Man, it's beige season, now I can afford this shit

Crib look like a fortress, bitch

Can't fuck with that, I don't snort no shit

Can't front with these bums

Eagle is somewhere in the sun

I always felt like I had to go to uh, the First World

You know like, USA, to be specific

What you sayin'?

I'ma make them **** come to me

You lookin' for the motherfuckin' greatest, he's here, ****

The sun