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"Westside Bound Pt. 4" is a track by Saba, from the album From The Private Collection of Saba and No ID, released 18th March 2025. Full lyrics are available below.
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Part I [Intro] I will not be in any kind of job, where I think that I'm stealin' from people When I'm supposed to be an advocate for them And I just politely have to say "You the boss", but I ain't gon do it [Verse 1: Saba] Bear with me for a second, please allow me to speak freely If you see someone always winnin', he not gambling, he's cheatin' At least that's what I heard, now apply that to each greedy So and so that feeds off of shallow minds, that don't think deeply Battle marks (Ayy), call me what you call me (Ayy), I got niggas dead Paranoid (Ayy), pressing play on niggas (Ayy), I think you the feds Little boys (Ayy), with fabricated stories (Ayy), actin' like they men That is not your brand, you actin' likе your mans Bitch, lie again All that gun talk, lie again Bodies you caught, liе again Money in the vault, lie again Stop sending people off, lying ass Westside Pivot, slidin' in I don't need no help, no hired hand Give my heart to this shit, no Iron Man I'm 'bout to fuck up your whole entire plan From a land where they wanna get high and dance I ain't high and mighty, though, I'm one of them But now they all got a gun in hand And they don't believe in no fighting stance All that jumping shit, that's kinda whack I'm from 101, slight flex But I'm watchin' everything burn down Shit, what else left but fire back? Eyes wide if he up in yo sight See him trying again, but what you gave? Ask "What it take?", I'ma say "Yo life" You don't get it overnight [Chorus: Saba] Love to the West side (Ayy), aw shit (Ayy), yeah (Ayy) Love to the West side (Ayy) friends gone, I'm aight Back home on a flight, red-eye over night [Verse 2: Saba] Now I'm with No ID in the city (Ayy) But I think y'all need the beginnin' (Ayy) So follow along because I wrote this song to serve as a brief family history See, I'm from a long line of musicians (Ay) On the West side of Chicago, we different That's why everything I do got intention Niggas know what I went through tryna get it Part II [Verse 1: Saba] Let me take you to my momma's side Where we ain't have a penny, like Spotify My cousin Reese just made "Yah Yah" There ain't a rap nigga that I idolize I ran that shit back like a thousand times Behind my grandma back, 'cause yo cousin cussin' But to me it really wasn't nothin' Pivot Gang, got a homie named MFn, really though The basement changed shit, whole city know First they hate, then go to your show First name basis, you know then you know Nigga, I am not yo' little bro Took that shit all over the globe with Pivot But my nigga Wiz who gave me a shot I'm the really the Westside Wizard Let me define that [Chorus: Saba] Well, west side bound my tire flat That's when I invent a kayak Ain't no circumstance stopping us 'Bout to think of more shit and then try that Hit the globe, then I'm right back Reapproach then I'm right back Just went Gold, I ain't buy that Muhfucka, can you buy that? [Interlude] Yeah, y'all ready to get pumped? Is y'all motherfuckers ready to get loud? 'Cause I'm ready to get loud And I'm tired of all this bullshit motherfuckers puttin' out We 'bout to put out the real shit Some blood shit, some West side of the Chi shit, they won't understand [Verse 2: MFnMelo] I gotta Lake Shore Drive, but comin' down that 2-9-0 I hit Austin like South By Southwest About mines, so the crew gon' blow Throwing fits like a mall need an outlet Big Pivot, and if you don't know Hit the pavement, the stage anywhere we at Know the name, when we say it, they'll yell it back Only the strong survive From the neck of the woods that we come from All through the city we run-run For a fee it get fire like it's fo-fum Raps in the basement like Tigger'nem Brothers from the start, word to Genesis From couches to Carolyns, limitless One thing that it's never been bigger than Pivot [Chorus: Saba] Well, West side bound, my tire flat That's when I invent a kayak Ain't no circumstance stopping us 'Bout to think of more shit then try that Hit the globe, then I'm right back Re-approach, then I'm right back Just went gold, I ain't buy that Muhfucka, can you buy that? [Interlude: Saba] Alright, so we gon' walk you through this West side shit It's real simple, Reece, where you at? We gon' go like- [Outro: Saba] Yah, yah That's the sound that they make up in the town when somebody 'bout to uh, yah, yah Since nobody else wanna do it, I guess I gotta put my city on the map, yah, yah It's bigger than rap, I'm from a place where ho niggas scared to come around, yah, yah When you hear the sound yah, yah, it's about to go down, yah, yah That's the sound that they make up in the town when somebody 'bout to uh, yah, yah Since nobody else wanna do it, I guess I gotta put my city on the map, yah, yah It's bigger than rap, I'm from a place where ho niggas scared to come around, yah, yah When you hear the sound yah, yah, it's about to go
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