WESTSIDE BOOGIE*

Lyrics from snippet via Instagram

[Intro]

Yeah, check-check, tsk

[Verse]

Some rapper hit me, I hit him back, "What's the budget?"

I miss the days when I did it because I loved it

Want a function but I got some shit to do, uh

Ho, this ain't no party, ain't no bitches at the stu'

Ain't been kickin' it with [?], too much shit up on my mind

I wanna tell her to her face, but I ain't really had the time

Look my maker in his eye

If I put that on my daddy, it's alive

Fuck that pussy-nigga, he ain't even try

Thought that I was doing good, thought I took this shit the farthest

Now I hit the hood and niggas only view me as an artist

My therapist keep askin', "Nigga, why is you so guarded?"

I'm scared if I keep growin' then my reputation tarnish

All this shit about to [?], now we need to step it up

I took off like six months and niggas still ain't catchin' up

Too much cappin' in your quotes, too much rappers with a ghost

You too stagnant with the growth, I don't know, fuck