Westwood Lyrics

Praying on my skyfall

Just for revenge

That ain't gonna make you win

You ain't got shit within

That should be a deadly sin

I'd hate to live in your skin

Can't focus on the world when

You submerged in the deep end

Don't follow the trend, be original and make the trend

You got cinder blocks, as friends

No wonder why they got you binging

You not by my side, what you got against me

You ain't down to ride, then survive against me

Ain't got the same DNA its offensive

You will not gain nothing if I'm winning

My mind expensive, so watch what you picking

Talk in code, cause the line clicking

I'd rather be chilling, son, in a gently

I'd rather be self employed making milli's

Life on the line, I ain't flinching

I never leave my son to miss me

Shit get hard, my brother's pitch in

Shit go left but im still pimping

Off road, traction won't catch me slipping

I'd disappear em, like Vito and Joe in an instant

Bullets hitting so consistent

The chance of living is non-existent

Want my family grieving now mama miss him

You got no morals the pride is missing

I send him to god, have his angels kiss him

I told you to keep that hate at a distance

Why, why, why, why

They want me in the sky

They want me to fold

They could care less if I'm alive

Praying on my skyfall

Just for revenge

That ain't gonna make you win

You ain't got shit within

That should be a deadly sin

I'd hate to live in your skin

Can't focus on the world when

You submerged in the deep end

Praying on my skyfall

Just for revenge

That ain't gonna make you win

You ain't got shit within

That should be a deadly sin

I'd hate to live in your skin

Can't focus on the world when

You submerged in the deep end