Hard Bottoms & White Socks

I would like to welcome a special guest tonight He go by the name of Y'all know his name He is a very important person of this little world of ours Now I'ma let him take the stage (This that real rap shit, ya bitch) Talking about the West Coast, I'm the face of it Gangster in designer clothes, I'm the face of it I told them hoes to get low, I'm the face of it I put on the bros, I'm the face of it Drove the Maybach to the block, I'm the face of it Dissing all the opps, I'm the face of it Hard bottoms, white socks, I'm the face of it We gon' do this one for hip-hop I'm the face of this shit, I'm the base of this shit I was made for this shit, I got the taste for this shit I'm telling you I'm not preachin', I'm not Ma$e in this shit I'm really West Side I catch a case for this shit Let the marathon continue It's not a race with this shit And I ain't even have no oldheads to lace me with shit All my homies gang but now they changing and shit I mean, it's still gang gang but now they making some chips Ooh, I represent this shit to the T I represent this shit like I do Bompton trees This ain't no smoke and mirror, nigga, fuck nicotine Looking like the West every time I hit the scene Me and Mustard kept this shit lit, ooh Pac ain't the only motherfucker with the juice Call Dre, call Snoop, call Game and Kendrick too When you think about the West It's me and Nip, red and blue, nigga Talking about the West Coast, I'm the face of it Gangster in designer clothes, I'm the face of it I told them hoes to get low, I'm the face of it I put on the bros, I'm the face of it Drove the Maybach to the block, I'm the face of it Dissing all the opps, I'm the face of it Hard bottoms, white socks, I'm the face of it We gon' do this one for hip-hop I'm on some thirsty shit I want the recognition, on some thirsty shit I want the recognition, on some thirsty shit I want the recognition, clout chasing Whoever think different, I'll diss 'em They be tryna, tryna, tryna put me in a box I be steady tryna tell these bitch niggas they not They be tryna say I'm only urban, I say I'm pop They be like, how you figure that? I say, I'm hot, bitch I'm in the Lambo drop-top, bitch I turn a good girl to a thot, bitch We the reason that the strip club pop, bitch I'm the face, yeah, I had to shoot my shot, bitch Everybody wanna be Pac, I'm Suge I'm bailing niggas out like I'm Suge I'm slapping niggas up like I'm Suge Set these rapper niggas up like I'm Suge Talking about the West Coast, I'm the face of it Gangster in designer clothes, I'm the face of it I told them hoes to get low, I'm the face of it I put on the bros, I'm the face of it Drove the Maybach to the block, I'm the face of it Dissing all the opps, I'm the face of it Hard bottoms, white socks, I'm the face of it We gon' do this one for hip-hop I put my niggas on, now they lit Pusha right at Interscope, Mustard rich B-More run a label, you gotta meet with him Gav and Charlie designed 4Hunnid, Nano writing hits My bro on this shit, he up next I feel good, I feel great, I feel blessed Bad check, swag check, dad check, designer check It ain't nothin' to remind you, check I'm that nigga that wear that hard bottoms with the white socks I'm the nigga that had Bompton there shooting videos on the block I'm that young Piru, SuWoop gang, fly ass nigga I'm the nigga, I'm the nigga, I'm the fuckin' nigga What did Drake say? You don't need no motherfuckin' awards, you already won Bitch, I won I won, bitch, tell me different, anybody Cross the line if you feel different, nigga