Ballad of the West

I'm always lookin for another way out and about
I'm addicted to the rush to feed the pain out
I'm always lookin for another way to stack a dollar
I try and holla for the other brother down a little further
But I got to go, I got somewhere to be
I gotta make another track to make by the end of the week
So come look at me, I'm living sucka free
As I ball through the halls lookin for somethin to eat
I have mixed emotions when I, lay away
Just trying make the day for the homies that done passed away
Just doing my thing when I roll by
You be lookin at me like I'm the bad guy
Tryna make a dollar outta 15 cents
All my friends defensive they losing there sense
But we're in this together lookin for someplace to be
Hopefully life will change but we'll just have to see

Ima Ima Ima Baller
Ima Ima Ima Baller

Trapped in the rat race fuck what they say
Got to get paid, lay away, do it everyday
And it's a grind every time you go to work
Feelin berserk and the system has you hurt
The time is moving so slow, we on a roll
Make any step you want
If you feel it in your soul but you gotta be bold
That's what I do, I do it anyway that I like
Anytime when I grab and step up to the mic
Ima the best in the west they don't call me a regular
I'm smooth when I speak I'm the biggest competitor
I'm cruising down the street, lookin for someone to meet
As I tear around the corner, being chased by police
You can't stop my grind, I'm on it all the time
Runnin all around town like I'm losin' my mind
Livin' large in the city, everybody wanna pity
For the guy up on top lookin down droppin' pennies

Ima Ima Ima Baller
Ima Ima Ima Baller

Stayin up late all time, just to make some rhymes
Chillin with the all the homies till the sun rise
Ain't leaving the studio till we drop some heat
Play it on the radio while we listen to the beat
Lay back as we dip way deep into the tone
All up in my zone, hit me on my telephone
I got someplace to be, baby you can come with me
Got plenty of room when your sittin' next to me
Lookin for somethin to do just a me and you
Get away from the bull shit and go and buy a room
Baby what's our next move, as we pass through
Late night down the street can't remember we do
Hangin' out the window, smokin' on the indo
805 what I carry while I'm walkin' in a limbo
I do what I do and I do it the best
Layin' back as I listen to the stories of the west
Ima baller