BLEAKHULL - FREE THOUGHTS (feat. brainwaveproductions) Lyrics

Ah, yeah
Westside in this bitch! Still odd!
If a nigga want war, then I can make him meet God!
Sharp shooter, motherf*cking free thoughts!
With the B.R.A.I.N, nigga, freestyle!
Uh, off the top, I outrun 'em by miles
Hate y'all niggas, Cartman to a Kyle
Run around your city popping wheelies and bottles"Drink until you die" that's the Westside style
Catch me running laps all around them
Riding in the BMW, the gang in tandem
Young niggas been numb, spitting raps over drums
She said I'm moving too fast, well, my dick goes dumb
Baby, I can flip your whole life to the better, but I can also make it worse than you could've ever imagined
Whoa! Young nigga with a passion!
I'm getting all the money trees, tryna do fashion
I'm moving with the drip see, nigga, f*ck rationale
I'm tryna get my first f*cking deal with Channel
Get that shit signed for all of my Blood Hounds
We eating good, yeah, the family doing good now
My momma been a little sick, but that's life, wow
A cold nigga moving around with the big pounds

Shit
Uh, yeah, look

I need to sit down in this bitch, Westside!
Nigga bring a f*cking chair for your king!
Who Am I? Nigga, I'm the nigga you've been on his dick!
B.D.H 'til I motherf*cking D.I.E, bitch!
Walk around, tell them niggas"well, c'est la vie, shit"
Y'all cannot reach me, I've been bringing y'all the new shit ever since 15
Tryna work with us? Nigga, better say"please"
Then I'll come to break your dreams, 'cause you don't match me
Westside, nigga!
Ha!