i n n e r g e e
Ayyy
Wes up, Wes up, Wes up
Dey know, dey know, dey know
Dey know, Wes up, Wes up
Wes up, Wes up, Wes up
Wes down, down
(down, down, down ayy)
Yea I ain't Tupac but I get around
You know from back in the day
Don't take a break, just break in the swag
Got the nikes on my feet
Yes indeed from sellin' weed
Bags, had to have
Cuz dough, I had to knead
Used to sell half pounds
To half of my school
Truth is, I didn't need to
I just thought it'd be cool
So every day I re-up like
Hey, I used to get this shit from this guy right
He just got out for five years from
Pistol whippin' some random guy
I didn't know but this guy was gon'
Teach me the game
Then one night, came up short on his money
He like "look, hey ain't shit funny bruh"
Imma take ya round back
If I shoot off ya nuts, think anyone
Call the police? Not likely, not on me
This is my neighborhood
And you really in this shit
Now, Wes you bout to go get my money
I don't give a fuck if you have to shoot a bitch
So go on and reload the clip
You gonna come back with them bands
And we make this shit right, oh
I said alright, fuck
You know I was gunna do it anyway
Cuz I ain't going out like that
Scoopin' the cash, dodgin' a crash
Back in a flash, bundles of stacks
All on the dash, yea, yea, yea
So, I roll up
Roll up to these motherfuckers
That tried to fuck me over
Nah, I ain't rollin' over
It's either you or me
And it's never me
Unless we talking about living, no R.I.P
Yuh, so I come back to the door
Call my guy like
"Yo what's up man, I got your doe!"
He just laughed, he was like shit
I don't give a fuck I just
Wanted to see if you had it in you
I mean, in what?
What you talkin' bout
He said your inner gee
"You mean my energy?"
Nah, ya inner gee
Ok, you mean a gangster?
I ain't tryna be no gangster, or a wanksta
But I ain't trying to just have 50 cents
All up in my pockets, nah that don't make sense
Oh man, I got ambitions and goals
I wanna keep fuckin' up these flows
I wanna fuck bad hoes and live in
CA or the A, I don't give a fuck
As long as I'm beachside anytime that I like
Ya get it mane?
Yea, yea, Wes up, Wes up
Dey know
Dey know, Wes up, Wes up
Dey know, dey know
Dey know, Wes up, Wes up
They know, they know
(EY, EY, EY)
Wes up, Wes up, Wes up
Dey know, dey know, dey know
Dey know, Wes up, Wes up
Wes up, Wes up, Wes up
Wes down, down
(down, down, down ayy)
Yea I ain't Tupac but I get around
You know from back in the day
Don't take a break, just break in the swag
Got the nikes on my feet
Yes indeed from sellin' weed
Bags, had to have
Cuz dough, I had to knead
Used to sell half pounds
To half of my school
Truth is, I didn't need to
I just thought it'd be cool
So every day I re-up like
Hey, I used to get this shit from this guy right
He just got out for five years from
Pistol whippin' some random guy
I didn't know but this guy was gon'
Teach me the game
Then one night, came up short on his money
He like "look, hey ain't shit funny bruh"
Imma take ya round back
If I shoot off ya nuts, think anyone
Call the police? Not likely, not on me
This is my neighborhood
And you really in this shit
Now, Wes you bout to go get my money
I don't give a fuck if you have to shoot a bitch
So go on and reload the clip
You gonna come back with them bands
And we make this shit right, oh
I said alright, fuck
You know I was gunna do it anyway
Cuz I ain't going out like that
Scoopin' the cash, dodgin' a crash
Back in a flash, bundles of stacks
All on the dash, yea, yea, yea
So, I roll up
Roll up to these motherfuckers
That tried to fuck me over
Nah, I ain't rollin' over
It's either you or me
And it's never me
Unless we talking about living, no R.I.P
Yuh, so I come back to the door
Call my guy like
"Yo what's up man, I got your doe!"
He just laughed, he was like shit
I don't give a fuck I just
Wanted to see if you had it in you
I mean, in what?
What you talkin' bout
He said your inner gee
"You mean my energy?"
Nah, ya inner gee
Ok, you mean a gangster?
I ain't tryna be no gangster, or a wanksta
But I ain't trying to just have 50 cents
All up in my pockets, nah that don't make sense
Oh man, I got ambitions and goals
I wanna keep fuckin' up these flows
I wanna fuck bad hoes and live in
CA or the A, I don't give a fuck
As long as I'm beachside anytime that I like
Ya get it mane?
Yea, yea, Wes up, Wes up
Dey know
Dey know, Wes up, Wes up
Dey know, dey know
Dey know, Wes up, Wes up
They know, they know
(EY, EY, EY)
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