WestSide Dream ft. Ghost Lyrics

Just a west coast nigga with some west coast dreams

I smoke a cookie at the pound, you can smell it, it's me

I buy my money in paper, ain't no thing in between

Except for family and my brothers and I put that on G

We get down real janky if you fuck with the team

I got Miklo in the back, he gon' run up the beam

Scary ass niggas running cause we packed as a team

I don't fuck with no bitches, I'm the Adam they eat

West side nigga, it get crazy when my demons lie

West side nigga, that's where we reside

If they got a problem nigga, we outside

Hug my mama and my brothers, we gon' be just fine

West side nigga, it get crazy when my demons lie

West side nigga, that's where we reside

If they got a problem nigga, we outside

Hug my mama and my brothers, we gon' be just fine

Ayy, talk it basic, Big Duff in my wood

Yeah, nigga, I had to face it, your nigga was trappy

Ayy, we come up out that basement

That nigga was talking crazy, might as well stomp him out on that pavement

These niggas get you and stay rolling with the haters

None of us is in union, I had to sit back and thank me

Come up on them stones, nigga, run up all that bank, man

I said, how these niggas change, man

This shit get crazy and I tell you it's okay, man

As a youngin' nigga, I stay rolling up inside the street

I kick back on them streets and let a young nigga think

It's crazy how these niggas hatin' and they pray up off the street

But a youngin' talking all that shit cause the truth got us feet

Just a west coast nigga with some west coast dreams

I smoke a cookie at the pound, you can smell it, it's me

I buy my money in paper, ain't no thing in between

Except for family and my brothers and I put that on G

We get down real janky if you fuck with the team

I got a miglo in the back, he gon' run up the beam

Scary ass niggas running cause we packed to the team

I don't fuck with no bitches, I'm the Adam, they Eve