Scarface's End
Ya
Who the fuck coming in the back door
Why the fuck you coming in the back for
It ain't like a nigga got no ends, ya
We just out here tryna make a mends, ya
That's just how it is on the westside
Niggas ride four wheelers like a Tesla
Know we shooting first and asking questions later
Tempers flare when you broke and all you want is paper
Why the fuck you stealing from me, nigga I'm you ya
How the fuck you steal in the streets then save the youth
What's the use
Niggas tying the knots to they noose
Then complain when they hung up
Pick up the phone ask ya mama for the bail
She warned you leave it alone
Call ya girl she at work, tired of all ya wrongs
Call ya homies they ain't even answer, the streets a cancer
Being blinded by the man to bring gifts for others
Yet all you get is a whip you Prancer, show ya antlers
Instead of change when niggas die we bring candles
Want for fame when we get rich and not the answers
Fall in traps, political ties and propaganda
I could do this shit for days but cant save a slave who ain't
Knowing he a fucking slave, they dont wanna fucking think
They dont wanna fucking live
They just wanna fucking be, popping all them fucking pills
Who the fuck coming in the back door
Why the fuck you coming in the back for
It ain't like a nigga got no ends
We just out here tryna make a mends
That's just how it is on the westside
Niggas ride four wheelers like a Tesla
Know we shooting first and asking questions later
Tempers flare when you broke and all you want is paper
Who the fuck coming in the back door
Why the fuck you coming in the back for
It ain't like a nigga got no ends, ya
We just out here tryna make a mends, ya
That's just how it is on the westside
Niggas ride four wheelers like a Tesla
Know we shooting first and asking questions later
Tempers flare when you broke and all you want is paper
They wanna fuck off in the streets like a aphrodisiac
Niggas pediatric, swear they outlaws like E.D.I. Mean
But they patnas ain't Pac like, they patnas a squeem
All eyes on me like a streaker, I keep the heater
The streets are cold, the weak are bold, the lies are told
The strong console like PS4s
The devil seeks the souls in returns he gives em gold
Now they reach they goals, but at what cost, unbearable lows
I'm tryna reach unreachable highs
Without conforming to the lies or snorting a line
Rappers selling lies to orbit they lives
Niggas dropping dimes to alter they time
Fake nigga epidemic I'm immune
Gotta make it out the pyramid before a king see his tomb
Before a seed in the womb, cant recede when its align
Hairline triggers make the news
Shots fired Fox 5
Who the fuck coming in the back door
Why the fuck you coming in the back for
It ain't like a nigga got no ends, ya
We just out here tryna make a mends, ya
That's just how it is on the westside
Niggas ride four wheelers like a Tesla
Know we shooting first and asking questions later
Tempers flare when you broke and all you want is paper
Who the fuck coming in the back door
Why the fuck they coming in the back for
It ain't like a nigga got no ends, ya
We just out here tryna make a mends, ya
That's just how it is on the westside
Niggas ride four wheelers like a Tesla
Know we shooting first and asking questions later
Tempers flare when you broke and all you want is paper
Who the fuck coming in the back door
Why the fuck you coming in the back for
It ain't like a nigga got no ends, ya
We just out here tryna make a mends, ya
That's just how it is on the westside
Niggas ride four wheelers like a Tesla
Know we shooting first and asking questions later
Tempers flare when you broke and all you want is paper
Why the fuck you stealing from me, nigga I'm you ya
How the fuck you steal in the streets then save the youth
What's the use
Niggas tying the knots to they noose
Then complain when they hung up
Pick up the phone ask ya mama for the bail
She warned you leave it alone
Call ya girl she at work, tired of all ya wrongs
Call ya homies they ain't even answer, the streets a cancer
Being blinded by the man to bring gifts for others
Yet all you get is a whip you Prancer, show ya antlers
Instead of change when niggas die we bring candles
Want for fame when we get rich and not the answers
Fall in traps, political ties and propaganda
I could do this shit for days but cant save a slave who ain't
Knowing he a fucking slave, they dont wanna fucking think
They dont wanna fucking live
They just wanna fucking be, popping all them fucking pills
Who the fuck coming in the back door
Why the fuck you coming in the back for
It ain't like a nigga got no ends
We just out here tryna make a mends
That's just how it is on the westside
Niggas ride four wheelers like a Tesla
Know we shooting first and asking questions later
Tempers flare when you broke and all you want is paper
Who the fuck coming in the back door
Why the fuck you coming in the back for
It ain't like a nigga got no ends, ya
We just out here tryna make a mends, ya
That's just how it is on the westside
Niggas ride four wheelers like a Tesla
Know we shooting first and asking questions later
Tempers flare when you broke and all you want is paper
They wanna fuck off in the streets like a aphrodisiac
Niggas pediatric, swear they outlaws like E.D.I. Mean
But they patnas ain't Pac like, they patnas a squeem
All eyes on me like a streaker, I keep the heater
The streets are cold, the weak are bold, the lies are told
The strong console like PS4s
The devil seeks the souls in returns he gives em gold
Now they reach they goals, but at what cost, unbearable lows
I'm tryna reach unreachable highs
Without conforming to the lies or snorting a line
Rappers selling lies to orbit they lives
Niggas dropping dimes to alter they time
Fake nigga epidemic I'm immune
Gotta make it out the pyramid before a king see his tomb
Before a seed in the womb, cant recede when its align
Hairline triggers make the news
Shots fired Fox 5
Who the fuck coming in the back door
Why the fuck you coming in the back for
It ain't like a nigga got no ends, ya
We just out here tryna make a mends, ya
That's just how it is on the westside
Niggas ride four wheelers like a Tesla
Know we shooting first and asking questions later
Tempers flare when you broke and all you want is paper
Who the fuck coming in the back door
Why the fuck they coming in the back for
It ain't like a nigga got no ends, ya
We just out here tryna make a mends, ya
That's just how it is on the westside
Niggas ride four wheelers like a Tesla
Know we shooting first and asking questions later
Tempers flare when you broke and all you want is paper
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Writer(s): Theo Missouri
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