Try Harder

I'm Just a west coast kid that never listen to big

But i was banging that jay cause i was selling that yay

Two or three days posted in the same fit

Forty on me tucced gotta keep it dangerous

Catch me saggin in that vert or that blue thang

Im from the city where died over shoe strings

Haters mad when they see the way do thangs

Four or five old schools an a few chains

Im a west coast pillar nicca dogg deuce

Call the bitches say my name bet they fall through

They love a ghetto fly nicca wit a big bag

Pull up five sixty christains got em big mad