WSTRN Season [Intro]

Morning, afternoon, evening

Next in sequence, WSTRN season

Started from the bottom, still on ends with demons

Where you can solve a puzzle with them pieces

Better hide the broomstick, feds doing sweeps

Bitches shallow when you swimming in the deep

Best believe it

Beast and if I hit the belly then my niggas eating

Still give thanks, that's why I inked it, see

Could all switch within a blink

The ice on water cause the drinks fire back

And at times react without thinking that's facts

Why my nigga act burdened on the wing

Ain't no chicken, if we lickin, we desire finer things

Take it higher like Mariah when she sing

Higher like the Rasta when him deh pon on higher bingie

Finger in the thingy, if a pussy try a ting

In the evening or the afternoon

Have them people mourning

I can't hear these rap niggas cah they boring

No phony, in my music was recording

Halfway crazy but I'm mourning

Can't turn back now, it's straightforward

It was written and envisioned and enforced

Still I feel the force-ish, bigger than me and you

That's why I read auras

We was playing peek-a-boo when we hopped in them Porsches

Round here, had them Rari's and them Lambos roaring

Funny how the money make you feel like you're im-

(You're im-, you're im-)

Run it back

Driving manual to pick him up, I'm coming back

Paranoid so I got my nigga lying on the backseat

Looking like I'm one up when we cutting through the backstreet

Madting, everyday I pray that I can make it home safe

Steal the case so I can kiss my two baby boys' face and my lady

Only thing that could ever change me is bloodline

Tryna take it back to the mainstream

You know me and my niggas we got the same dream

You know I got my soldiers, you know the Range in

One time for my bruddas that's love

We on the West side and we throwin' up dubs

We ain't never shown the other side love