Way Back When

I'm talkin' way back when, on the Westside roads
Had like four-five hitters, only you should know
We got mutual friends, yeah
If I go broke, probably take your ends
Homie, you should know

We just mobbed in here, yeah, I can't find no fit, yeah
I been high all year, yeah, I don't mind, aw yeah
Don't have a mind, aw yeah, yeah, I lost it, yeah
I won't cry, it's all good, yeah, I won't find it, I'm good, yeah
I should slow down, we been smokin' dope loud
I just copped a whole pound, depressed in my hometown
If you ain't know now, homie you should know
On them Westside roads, where my heart turned cold (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

Wake up and fuck up a check
I know the money'll flip
I am just tryna be honest
I'm tired of modest
I feel like I'm runnin' this shit
Fuck your whole clique
I'm 'bout to cop a new whip
Probably gon' total the shit
I don't give a shit
Y'all are still rollin' up clips
It's never home in this bitch
Holding the grip
I been unloading and shit
Who the fuck said they want it?
I been ready as shit
I just re'd-up and deaded your bitch
Got a flight in the A.M., ain't regular, kid
But I'm still up in Port and the West like it's '06
My ganja is potent
Y'all tryna' promote shit
We fly coast-to-coast, bitch
I live on the road, bitch
I'm done with my old bitch
Selena's the focus

We just mobbed in here, yeah, I can't find no fit, yeah
I get high all year, yeah, I don't mind, aw yeah
Don't have a mind, aw yeah, yeah, I lost it, yeah
I won't cry, it's all good, yeah, I won't find it, I'm good, yeah
I should slow down, we been smokin' dope loud
I just copped a whole pound, depressed in my hometown
If you ain't know now, homie you should know
On them Westside roads, where my heart turned cold (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

I'm usually ridin' 'round in a hot box
Checks comin', I need more, I cannot stop
Bitch, I'm dumbin' till they put me in the pine box
Bet they see me now every single time that I drop
Bored bitches all sing, that's a girl group
OG Kush-scented, that's the perfume
Showin' famous bitches that they gettin' curved too
Couple models off-white like Virgil, right
I don't think they heard Lou right
I'm sicker than bird flu, right
Rappers is my sons, man, I birthed you, right
Dawg I got so many bars
They ain't versed through life, muhfucka
Hugh

I'm talkin' way back when (Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah)
Where they stay packin' (Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah)
Where they stay trappin' (Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah)
Where they stay laughin' (Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah)

We just mobbed in here, yeah, I can't find no fit, yeah
I get high all year, yeah, I don't mind, aw yeah
Don't have a mind, aw yeah, yeah, I lost it, yeah
I won't cry, it's all good, yeah, I won't find it, I'm good, yeah
I should slow down, we been smokin' dope loud
I just copped a whole pound, depressed in my hometown
If you ain't know now, homie you should know
On them Westside roads, where my heart turned cold, yeah

High, high, high
No, no, no
High, high, high
High, high
(High, high)
(High, high)