Westchandlerblvd

(What? What?)
I got a spot at the top
Yes, I know just how to keep it
I came up in a mouldy basement
10 below, we, we was creepin'
We was livin' outta El's house
The rest; they took the stale route
Me and my friends got famous
Off of clicking record and speaking, speaking (Yes)
Back to the old days
I can't rock no bald fade
I would rather Bic it
It's sickening, I got it in me
Its the 5-1-7
Hit me to get me ready
Head on a swivel
Blade in my grip, I swang it
Give a fuck 'bout what you sayin'
I'm speaking my own sermon
Grill the whole fucking scene
Throw somе charcoal on and I burn 'ya
I can say what I mean
But I ain't tryna be mean
I'm just tryna livе my life
While they just tryna be me
Give it up bitch
I heard enough of it
I got a bucket list
And I'ma get all of it
Won't give it up for shit
I had enough of it
Bumpin' Viper, snowbird
While I fuck the bitch
Steppin' out the motherfuckin' car
They in awe (Yeah)
Lookin' like a star bitch
When you see me make a wish
Jam the Carter II out the Impala (What? What?)
Wheezy F showed me the way
J and El turn me into a monster
The way I pop my shit is rocket ship science
They cannot understand
I demand the world up in my hands
And hit my chicken dance
Please don't try to diss a man
We leave you with no dividends
The difference is: my shit forever
You're 'ready in the past tense

Should've moved with your heart
Not your ego, now they don't talk about 'ya
They forgot about 'ya?
Now they don't talk about 'ya (No, No, No)
They don't talk about 'ya (No, No, No)
They forgot about 'ya? (Oh, Oh, Oh)
No, they don't talk about 'ya (No, No, No)