West Side

From the West Side
 Where the cowboys roam the night
 The Monte Carlos rumble by
 Under these faded old street lights
 Whoa-whoa on the West Side, rules don't apply
 For a man on a mission (West Side) either you live or you die (ha ha)
 This is my struggle (you got a choice) this is my story, this is my life
 Whoa (Struggle) welcome to my West Side
 I was born in a flood so I can breathe underwater
 My father was a martyr on the cross for sons and daughters
 Hate and karma's got a price and I collected that payment
 Smoke clears, burnt rubber, empty shells on the pavement
 Smoke lingers, ears ringin', blood drippin' from a trigger finger
 Feelin' like I'll never get right with God
 If not, I'll gain his trust and gun down the Devil
 Boondock Saint, two Glocks in war paint
 Soul's not for sale and my heart's never fake
 They kept sayin' that I couldn't but I never claimed I can't
 See the grind's always worth it when you're searchin' for a purpose
 I came up out the furnace belt 'n' boots made of serpents
 From the West Side
 Where the cowboys roam the night
 The Monte Carlos rumble by
 Under these faded old street lights
 Whoa-whoa on the West Side, rules don't apply
 For a man on a mission, either you live or you die
 This is my struggle, this is my story, this is my life
 Whoa, welcome to my West Side
 I was 12-years-old walkin' to H&H market
 For some Big League gum and a NASCAR of Dale Earnhardt
 Skateboarded at St. Lukes, ran from neighbors pit bulls
 Yeah, them things had no chains like a broken-ass Mongoose
 Play t-ball at Charlotte Park with 210 Hillwood class
 And I hung out with some crazies down on California Ave
 I met 'em through my cousin Timmy the summer that I stayed out west
 Ridin' around in that single cab bumpin' The Definition of Real album
 Who hotter than me? Yeah, that shit puts me into that vibe
 Makes me wanna pull out that '90s model, roast some tread off of them tires
 And every time I pass Metro, I think about that time
 We swapped seats on I-40 doin' a hundred and five
 From the West Side
 Where the cowboys roam the night
 The Monte Carlos rumble by
 Under these faded old street lights
 Whoa-whoa on the West Side, rules don't apply
 For a man on a mission, either you live or you die
 This is my struggle, this is my story, this is my life
 Whoa, welcome to my West Side
 Whoa-whoa, welcome to my West Side