Ballad of the West Lyrics

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 dolla

I try and holla for the other brotha down a little furtha

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 livin' 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 dolla outta 15 cents

All my friends defensive they losin 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

Gotta get pay, 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 movin 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 cruisin’ 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 leavin' 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