Westside Willie

L.A, sunshine out here, you know
 Palm trees so beautiful
 This is Dodger music this the new blue hat
 Just the bulletproof coop with the moon roof
 Back just the douche juice strap
 Do you remember that that was a boom, boom clap
 This is boom, boom trap I got bronze in a fresh pair of cons
 Chuck Taylor's out west with the guns
 Where is the lock give us our american pop
 I'm coming for my slice of that Papa John's that's on my mom's
 I outpace niggas that clout chase talking to mommies
 Like they in the army about face cops hating
 Cause I'm black take them on a wild
 Chase in a drop Ferrari since they made it about race
 I'm making moves that my opps need to see the Beverly send the nigga
 That's a swap meet to me you can watch me succeed and it makes me smile
 Puff spitting champagne out hate me now nigga
 You can hate me now LA
 But I won't stop now
 We're live from Los Angeles
 My haters lost Angeles
 Call me the farmland african musical minimalist
 Central Valley King dust bowl immigrants
 See me getting fly no disguise pumping the stylistic shorty
 Said "I'm a Genie in the sky"
 I run around the town with them stone faces with blown cases
 Money is money that's words from unknown races
 Historical legend the flick showed the whole asics
 A lot of y'all was taught but only gold basics
 I'm amethyst yarn and thumbing over gold bracelets
 The stone most rejected is the most sacred
 I'm the epitome I mean epitome of the freshest zone
 The worst men could catch without a metronome
 Top lead top shelf top notch talent
 Getting top on top of the roof cause I'm that manish
 This is planet Par powerful jabbar a thousand years
 Crammed in the hour of the God been a long time coming
 Medallion crook with bras on the chook since the motherfucking honey
 The people screaming for hope
 Whenever it is new wave thoughts a hue same vote
 On my marquise stone set bed ready to take it there
 I'm from an Era where lyrics matter with weird don't condoning them coon tricks
 Right by my pelvis bone it's worth at $0.45
 See I've been cold since them sky paging with them eight ball leather joints
 My flagship of flavors of stars couldn't come with a better point
 The God body renaissance sketchup key ops architect
 And blacksmith I am Mike Flexer
 I let it bang and hit you point blank range
 Walk away and let your memories hang
 This is not a ceremony for the light waste
 We heavy G code stuff is bored as spit basin trim is an earthquake
 He calls that from stardust come and get some of the star power
 Trinity poems I let them pile up
 Rappers think the foul will unfollow
 No mercy is shown when it's time to ride
 For hours got its own