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The Westcoast ain't the same without me

cause I'm packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto

This how we do it in the LBC

packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto

zoop zoop this is COB

packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto

turn it up let it vibrate the streets

packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto



I'm from the hood where Grandparents are 35

I dont bang, I hustle but still I'm certified

last n-gga who shot I heard he died

cause my address is 187 East Murder Drive

all the pain in the my past I gotta verbalize

it can't stay on my head, I gotta circumcise

my tears drop on the song, they don't prefer the eyes

a chick left me for that but that was her demise

money cars and jewelry that sh-t had her astounded

she searched for the essence of me and bounced when she found it

I'm a complex figure, I'm a never ignorant, getting goals accomplished

grew up in a lot of projects, Lochness hotness n-gga

on a conquest to digest liquor

in a contest to progress quicker

than any in 2011, by making my thought process sicker

bigger, stronger, faster

homie tell me is it a fact

through negative you can make yourself a prisoner

if so I call them thoughts an unwelcome visitor

music is therapeutic, I'ma get help from listeners

I told you I'm so grow up I don't need therapy right

America's nightmare carries a mic

and I stay far away from snake fake character types

I vow to never f-ck with you like I married a dyke

keep it real when I make a joint

streets tried to break me, couldn't find my breaking point

the other night I had a dream

I seen God he was a beam of light

his physical form was human being like

he gave me a couple of warnings in order for me to keep my life



can't tell you what but I cna say that he was right

I dream 16′s homie I dont need to write

pick up a pen in oyur session, i'm just trying to be polite

cover my genius up cause rappers are envious

when I say I finished my verse they like 'is he serious”

5 minute lyricist with an emphasis on a structure

plus the details I describe in the sentances

mind you my timing better be live from the Genesis

I bet metaphors and one liners are limitless

first I'm on the West on some (?)

then the spit will be in Italy in a Gondola on some Venice sh-t

bars beyond bars has its benefits

I'm Favre, busted chin, fractured ankle,

I don't know when to quit (never)

and old rappers when see me, don't say hi

they call me 'cause I'm f-cking with Shady

I say okay bye




The Westcoast ain't the same without me

cause I'm packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto

This how we do it in the LBC

packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto

zoop zoop this is COB

packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto

turn it up let it vibrate the streets

packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto