[Verse 1] My dome golden My heart bleed Madison and Homan Yeah, back to Madison and Kedzie Madison and Albany, we right back into home again Where them dwellings wasn't buildings Intelligent ain't skilled until the fellas got the felons in they feelings Yelling to the ceiling Scale again, the pelicans is skeletons and villains Oh no, no, I'm just rolling, I can't even flee When I see old money, old money Veterans and millions, elegant and brilliant Ain't no food and liquor three, we on that medicine and killing Off top, free Chill, yeah, uh Generating Zen with some nice sword practice Rest In Peace Virg', LV, it's Vice Lord backwards A simple flip of the monogram That ain't shit, I had similes on my sonogram, my momma's man Before I was born, I was doing reconnaissance My barber taught me how to chop a nigga with my chopper hand Not at all prophetic Just chauffeurs in Allah's Lexus The realest nigga alive, no prosthetics or cosmetics Might catch the Holy Ghost and start speaking in Nas records Hah, hah, hah, said he came through the town Had the flames on his crown, the youth was all excited And Memphis drooped his whole fuckin' name into the ground like
[Interlude] Gangsta Boo, what up? Yeah, hah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2] That's this, what if rap had a blacksmith? The day you catch me lack Is the day Farrakhan eats catfish as a Catholic Reporting live from the blacklist Accustomed to being this bad cause he packed it But if they ask, that ain't my bag cause I traffic See the lights from the O spark Feeling like Austin meets Oak Park A hundred Chicagos, they want no parts He at the MCA yelling "Go, Art" At the strip club with his eyes closed and throat parched Westside with my whole heart, heart
[Outro] Westside with my whole heart Westside, oohTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
