Pop My Collar
Watch me pop up pop my collar proper shit is what I got
RIP to all my partners putting faith in me to plot
Bigger schemes or so it seems are you riding with me or not
For the team by any means getting more impatient a lot
See I'm riding for my homies on the Westside
On the Westside
I was sliding through the city on the Westside
From the Westside
That city by the beach that summer time breeze
Where the surf meet the turf where the cops say freeze
That never practice what they preach and peewee take notes when OG's speak
You see me trying to get in where I fit in your knee deep in the shit and now I see
The reason why you want a hand out gave some but I ran out amazing how I panned out
Coming from the Westside of my small town think its time to expand now but I been on my shit
Share blunts with the greatest of the great out here
I'm working hard for our sake out here
On EBT i need steak out here God damn
And my grandma keep on telling me I need to pray more
Do it for my dogs no need to say more
When I'm on a record show em what I'm great for
Could your day one homies make it past day four I doubt it
MadStrange in the building got that key
To the city no limit like Master P
I ain't got to fake the funk like Kap G
Fuck waiting for response from bad rappers
Yet alone fake trappers and bad actors
Now I got to make em bounce like I got the pump
Independent working from the bottom up
Got what they want when I kick it
O.E. for my dogs in heaven
Pour a whole bottle out for the ones I mention
303 boy coming for your neck whose next in line
Watch me pop up pop my collar proper shit is what I got
RIP to all my partners putting faith in me to plot
Bigger schemes or so it seems are you riding with me or not
For the team by any means getting more impatient a lot
See I'm riding for my homies on the Westside
On the Westside
I was sliding through the city on the Westside
From the Westside
That cradle to the grave shit that never had it made shit
That fantasize about damn it I could get a record hit and get paid bitch give me that loot
Tell it how it is never bend the truth everything you say you never tend to prove
Fuck around and get it If I'm in the mood so I flex I been chose
Homicide inside my flows who up next ya'll exposed ain't impressed by all your clothes yea
Got to light the fire to the hip hop nation
Motivating all my brothers on probation
Working independent really test my patience
And I feel I'm never finished when addressing the fake shit god damn
Up and down the five Oceanside to LA
Take a little drive and arrive to hells gate
Heavy with the flow so you know I sell weight
Careful with the moves so I'm never on stale mate I got it
MadStrange in the building got that key
For the city got to run it its a track meet
Working hard I can't recline I'm in a bad seat
Competition on my mind so I can't sleep
The ambition in my blood is running that deep
Got what they want when I kick it
O.E. for my dogs in heaven
Pour a whole bottle out for the ones I mention
303 boy coming for your neck whose next in line
Watch me pop up pop my collar proper shit is what I got
RIP to all my partners putting faith in me to plot
Bigger schemes or so it seems are you riding with me or not
For the team by any means getting more impatient a lot
See I'm riding for my homies on the Westside
On the Westside
I was sliding through the city on the Westside
From the Westside
RIP to all my partners putting faith in me to plot
Bigger schemes or so it seems are you riding with me or not
For the team by any means getting more impatient a lot
See I'm riding for my homies on the Westside
On the Westside
I was sliding through the city on the Westside
From the Westside
That city by the beach that summer time breeze
Where the surf meet the turf where the cops say freeze
That never practice what they preach and peewee take notes when OG's speak
You see me trying to get in where I fit in your knee deep in the shit and now I see
The reason why you want a hand out gave some but I ran out amazing how I panned out
Coming from the Westside of my small town think its time to expand now but I been on my shit
Share blunts with the greatest of the great out here
I'm working hard for our sake out here
On EBT i need steak out here God damn
And my grandma keep on telling me I need to pray more
Do it for my dogs no need to say more
When I'm on a record show em what I'm great for
Could your day one homies make it past day four I doubt it
MadStrange in the building got that key
To the city no limit like Master P
I ain't got to fake the funk like Kap G
Fuck waiting for response from bad rappers
Yet alone fake trappers and bad actors
Now I got to make em bounce like I got the pump
Independent working from the bottom up
Got what they want when I kick it
O.E. for my dogs in heaven
Pour a whole bottle out for the ones I mention
303 boy coming for your neck whose next in line
Watch me pop up pop my collar proper shit is what I got
RIP to all my partners putting faith in me to plot
Bigger schemes or so it seems are you riding with me or not
For the team by any means getting more impatient a lot
See I'm riding for my homies on the Westside
On the Westside
I was sliding through the city on the Westside
From the Westside
That cradle to the grave shit that never had it made shit
That fantasize about damn it I could get a record hit and get paid bitch give me that loot
Tell it how it is never bend the truth everything you say you never tend to prove
Fuck around and get it If I'm in the mood so I flex I been chose
Homicide inside my flows who up next ya'll exposed ain't impressed by all your clothes yea
Got to light the fire to the hip hop nation
Motivating all my brothers on probation
Working independent really test my patience
And I feel I'm never finished when addressing the fake shit god damn
Up and down the five Oceanside to LA
Take a little drive and arrive to hells gate
Heavy with the flow so you know I sell weight
Careful with the moves so I'm never on stale mate I got it
MadStrange in the building got that key
For the city got to run it its a track meet
Working hard I can't recline I'm in a bad seat
Competition on my mind so I can't sleep
The ambition in my blood is running that deep
Got what they want when I kick it
O.E. for my dogs in heaven
Pour a whole bottle out for the ones I mention
303 boy coming for your neck whose next in line
Watch me pop up pop my collar proper shit is what I got
RIP to all my partners putting faith in me to plot
Bigger schemes or so it seems are you riding with me or not
For the team by any means getting more impatient a lot
See I'm riding for my homies on the Westside
On the Westside
I was sliding through the city on the Westside
From the Westside
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Vandereb, Justin Aaron Cogley
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