The Chilli ft. Iman Omari Lyrics

This is based on a true West Coast story

Iman I can see em now

Screwing up they face

Sizing up a square like me like im outta place

Like i'm outta pocket, like my story not valid

In these California streets where I seen em getting active

Mama raised in the church off a 54th and Hooper

Around the same crib we would live in seclusion

It was a couple OGz looking after Mom

The same one that saw whips that would make em pause

It was St. Peter's Rock around 92

My mama had me sitting in that front pew

She played piano in a choir that I clung to

They would hug on me and tell me I'm your aunt too

They had on bamboo earrings, cross colour clothes

Give me anything that I want from the liquor store

On the floor, they would pray when they turn off the lights

Cause every New Year's, niggas buss at the sky

I'm a South Central LA product to talk proper

Made it out the bottom, no fitting in they columns

Guess I'm Trey Stylez, and I really had no choice without my Pops

I couldve easily got got,

I'm sending love to every ghetto

But I'm representing for the West Coast

Always put the pedal to the metal

Cause I'm representing for the West Coast

I'm always getting to the chili

Go check my resume you feel me?

All of that hate you need to let go

Cause I'm representing for the West Coast

My nigga I don't speak on it

Cause I got nothing to prove

But I swear this beat asking for a moment of truth

I guess we here now

And now you niggas finna hear me out

Like kids yelling after school at the candy house

Carson, Paramount, Long Beach, Compton

Rialto, Dino, Rancho, count it

That's a West Side story bounced around like Impalas

Don't know where I call my home, but nigga follow

Wanna know what Curtiss King got in common with these streets

The same thing I probably got in common with these palm trees

Watching, rocking, listening, talking

May not look like them, but I know the posture

The OG saw my potential to be a scholar

Kinda sound like my pops, but mixed with street knowledge

On God, I done been with chola's and ghetto queens

They got me 211s and some chicken wings

You see a weirdo is never what you call a king

On my momma, I'm a combination of everything

On Del Amo where a nigga got his first name

Married to the game like Short

Where's the wedding ring?

I'm sending love to every ghetto

But I'm representing for the West Coast

Always put the pedal to the metal

Cause I'm representing for the West Coast

I'm always getting to the chili

Go check my resume you feel me?

All of that hate you need to let go

Cause I'm representing for the West Coast