FREE THOUGHTS (feat. brainwaveproductions)

Ah, yeah

Westside in this bitch! Still odd!

If a **** want war, then I can make him meet God!

Sharp shooter, motherfucking free thoughts!

With the B.R.A.I.N, ****, freestyle!

Uh, off the top, I outrun 'em by miles

Hate y'all ****, 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 **** 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 **** with a passion!

I'm getting all the money trees, tryna do fashion

I'm moving with the drip see, ****, fuck rationale

I'm tryna get my first fucking 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 **** moving around with the big pounds

Shit

Uh, yeah, look

I need to sit down in this bitch, Westside!

**** bring a fucking chair for your king!

Who Am I? ****, I'm the **** you've been on his dick!

B.D.H 'til I motherfucking D.I.E, bitch!

Walk around, tell them ****"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? ****, better say"please"

Then I'll come to break your dreams, 'cause you don't match me

Westside, ****!

Ha!