[Intro]

Yea

This shit crazy man

WESTSIDE!

Yea

Yea

What he say?

[Verse 1]

I'm from the westside where niggas like to bang

Show it on the side, with the clip, just let it hang

And Fairfield is clinging on to life, it's so insane

Where niggas like to add an RIP right to your name

Institution of the Smiths and the muhfucking Wessons

Pleading to the courts, just like Usher make confessions

We dont like Mountain Brook because that shit is straight oppression

Pull up to the field, but it's at your own discretion

You step outside right after dark and its a blick to ya throat

It ain’t too wise to chasе no pennies, bullets making you float

Thе world outside, man its been freezing they can’t see my new coat

I can’t let no niggas know me, they just see what I show

Room for improvement finna turn into a whole establishment

Thinking outside of the box just like I open packages

And Lil Mani just been taking care of all his savages

205 to my city, now a nigga back in it. HAH

[Interlude]

Nigga, tell me why I'm riding through the city the other day bruh

I'm just driving, really looking around ..

Bruh, that shit is fucked up

Nigga you know like potholes everywhere in the fucking road

Everything around you closed

Shit getting robbed on the daily like god damn

Nigga we can't even have fucking Walmart nigga

Like what the fuck?

Bring that shit back

[Verse 2]

The rounds is loaded, get to popping

All these bodies get to dropping

On the news, man we the topic

In the hood we milly rocking

Wish we could live in peace

But when the choppas get to bopping

We ain't got no other options

When them niggas going insane

Ain't no time for using ya brain

Gripping wood against the grain

If you normal, nigga you lame

Nothing to lose, nothing to gain

Cause they don't shelter us in the rain

It takes a lot more than some shame

For some niggas to feel pain

Be careful on this side in the front of ya ride, when out tryna slide with ya kinfolk

We just wanna stay alive, and peak with the vibes

But these niggas never want it that simple

Is the city too fast, will they leave me in last, I'm just tryna keep up with the tempo

All these scars on my heart, man setting me apart, and its gon let me shine like a crystal

One thing for sure they keeping it gangsta, thats the only way that they know

Two things that they can show is that body count and that snow

They just misguided, they needed help but system telling em no

I guess It lives on in these beats call this the WESTSIDEBLUEZ flow

Bitch!

[Outro]

Man, somebody get some help on these damn streets

Somebody gotta do something

I guess it's just gon have to be me ain't it?

Don't worry y'all, Imma get us straight

Y'all got my word

For real

Mani go crazy, woah!