Menlo Ave
[Intro]
Yeah
Turn me up a little bit, dawg....
Right there is cool
[Verse 1]
Los Angeles demon
Entombed in the back
In tune wit the track
Lyrical longevity had a young man
Wishin' he could spit hot shit
Like assholes on glass holes filled with water
Duckin' your daughter who's fucking dodging the martyrs
She found a new nigga, tellin' me that I ain't shit
But I paint these portraits while I grip my dick
When that new nigga fail, remember I ain't shit, bitch
Let me go I been mobbin'
Call up Batman tell him them niggas that'ss been Robin I Gotham
Easin' off the block I had find my way
Smoking trees with my dogs, now my thoughts astray
Adrift amidst the thoughts of bitches I knew then
Strollin' down the Ave, with malicious intent
Bumpin' Nujabes on the newest quest
You tuckin' 38's, I'm poking out my chest
A lil nigga just a target, now, a bastard want beef
Well, take your bitch ass right back to Burger King
Cause I been pushin' to get here and chill
Deserve my feels, deserve to meet this yamp so I all want is peace
This mark nigga upped the piece and said "Not here"
In this world I'm lost, lost my girl who I thought could understand, never had a father so it's fuck family
I write to the death because no one understands me
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Secondly, I hate real niggas I hate bad bitches and I hate hidden figures
Train ride, just to ease the Kid's stress
Blue Line to the Green Line
Flatline with a peace sign, get stomped out by some Crip niggas
Catch a Damu bullet because I false claimed and never knew the name
Get pressed at Silverado Park about my set name because things didn't add up
Geometry decided to act out and I was like an eye when I lashed out
Momma told me not to stress about it, got blessings up all around it
Granny on her knees, prayin' that I make it through
So if I make it through, write a letter to my son like "this is the truth"
In this world, I'm lost, I lost my girl who I thought could understand never had a father so it's fuck family
I write to the death because no one understands me
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Cool, the perception of perpetual calmness
Dreams that aspire hits but all miss in all this
I tried to be what LA thought was cool
In school, not paying attention when it was detrimental to listen
Now, I'm simply a mark in these streets
A skater who is just another target for the Damus and Locs
More children like me who never had a father but simply lost hope
Lost hope in my art, writin' just to make a hit opened my heart
I don't need trap snares, that's devoid of light
I just need pen and pad, Black Grits to write
I need Sydetrack'd, I need Kezi Coo
I need Momma, nigga and my Granny too
And my baby boy, just knowing that they understand me, I'll keep striving I don't need a plan B
WestLove, nigga!!!!
[Hook]
Because I inhale fire, exhale flames
My nigga bagbak, you gon' know my name
(Westside, nigga, Arlington, nigga, On the ave, nigga)
Because I inhale fire, exhale flames
My nigga bagbak, you gon' know my name
(Westside, nigga, Arlington, nigga, On the ave, nigga)
Because I inhale fire, exhale flames
My nigga bagbak, you gon' know my name
(Westside, nigga, Arlington, nigga, On the ave, nigga)
Because I inhale fire, exhale flames
My nigga bagbak, you gon' know my name
(Westside, nigga, Arlington, nigga, On the ave, nigga)
