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Lyrify.me

West Side King by Texican Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2021

[Verse 1]
Ok right now I'm gonna
Put it on the sheet
So I can put it on the streets
And make myself the number one
So conceited
I make myself so conceited
Just playing for all these people
Is this the lifestyle
Of a rapper who eating off a plate, please
The West Side made a child in 2003
She told her baby "You can grow up being anything"
These other motherfuckers think they acting like the king
But they know to bow to me causе I’m product of her seed
Number one in thе city it's just the way it has to be
Phonies thinking they can speed it but they meter is at E
I ain't gotta be so cheesy but all they beef is just vegan
Why you say you make a sandwich, where the fuck is your meat?
They think they shit is Kobe but it’s only Dollar General
They think that I'm just joking but they don't know I'm a threat to them
I might be just a freshman in this school of instrumentals but I'm
Better than the 8th graders who can't get it through they
Thick skull that they're still bogus and nothing
They think "Oh this little bitch don't know he’s fucking
Around now cause his SoundCloud’s not buzzing"
The only thing you base it off is plays and appeal and just
Ignore the skill cause it's just a skeleton
Who needs a vertebrae when you’ve got the gelatin?
The rapper's only as good as they are to stand
So go ahead and flop, I don't care, enjoy your Jello, man


[Hook]
(1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4
Everybody want it, they wanting to see more now
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4
Everybody want it, they wanting to see more now
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4
Everybody want it, they wanting to see more now
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4
Everybody want it, they wanting to see more now)


[Verse 2]
The Rage to energy
Energy to pages
Pages to industry
Industry to wages
The race to killing it
Killing it means making your
Baby's children
Rich beyond they wildest dreams
But when you combine it with bars it’s hard to love the art of songs in your log
Jay-Z *cough*
Sorry man I had a bad cough
What were we talking about anyways, let's just move on
Cause I know I have fun with my music. Beats and all that shit is why I love making do with
What I got
Just a kid on his phone a lot, better than smoking pot
Taking shots and giving them in two ways
I only know bout lean cause I do it on every Tuesday
While waiting for the bus I lean on lightposts, touché
I graduated high school, now who knew a
Piece of paper would elevate you to the New Game?
I can't vouch for these other helpless kids
They dropping out to make music, that ain't happening
If I were ever to say I'm dropping out to live off record deals
I'd be living off the bridge at 10 and Hildebrand. That's the deal
But I'll be real I wanna make a living off it
And show my kids a life that was better than what I got and
A dad who wants to show them the world and not the office
But they ain't live off my money now, that's where I draw it
Moral is if you have skill then use it wisely
Talent is easy if you put yourself to try it
Or you can sit and keep on dreaming out loud
I ain't gotta dream to be number one, cause I've done it now
[Hook]
(1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4
Everybody want it, they wanting to see more now
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4
Everybody want it, they wanting to see more now
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4
Everybody want it, they wanting to see more now
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4
Everybody want it, they wanting to see more now)