Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Looking Forward , by - Chanel West Coast. Release date: 18.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Looking Forward |
| Ooh, the death of my soul |
| Ooh, the death of my soul (sell, sell, sell) |
| Ooh, the death of my soul |
| Ooh, the death of my soul |
| West Coast |
| Uh, Young Money |
| I’m looking forward to the future so bright |
| I’m not looking back, 'bout to change my whole life |
| I’ve been hated on man, yeah all of my life |
| Yeah, yeah, all of my life, yeah, yeah, all of my life |
| I’m taking my time and make sure shit is right |
| Can’t wait for the day that they say change their damn minds |
| And say damn Chanel tight, they said damn Chanel tight |
| They said damn Chanel tight, I’m in this for life |
| The struggle is real, yeah, I’m coming from Cali |
| Yeah, deep in the valley, North Hollywood |
| No one pay attention, no one ever mention |
| Alone like detention, so Hollywood |
| I gotta keep hustlin', no, I’m never budgin' |
| 'Til I get a budget, what’s really good? |
| Ain’t up for discussion, blow up like combustion |
| Haters, yeah, we shush 'em, I wish you would |
| Times up, don’t fuck with my money |
| I pile up, you bitches ain’t hungry |
| Dubs stay up, cuz that’s where I’m from G |
| And I’m never leaving like spring is the season |
| But it’s always my season |
| Death to the hate, I can’t hear it |
| What is that sound? |
| I hear cheerin' |
| Fans went from one to a million |
| Ooh, the death of my soul |
| Ooh, the death of my soul |
| While you all in my business, I’m all 'bout my business |
| Ain’t nothing fictitious, I’m hunting these bishes |
| They cut like incisions, I’m taking position |
| To take their position cuz I got ambition, I got it |
| I ain’t had no love when I started |
| No one thought I could be an artist |
| But as I got older, my flows just got colder |
| The life of a soldier, brave-hearted |
| I did it to only break out |
| From folding these clothes at checkout |
| Minimum wage ain’t what’s up, need more bucks |
| Cuz' I want a new car and a house |
| I’m fighting to be more, that’s why |
| I just want to see more in life |
| So fuck all the hate, they don’t pay for my play |
| I won’t stop till I’m great, this my life |
| D-D-Don't fuck with my money |
| I pile up, you bitches ain’t hungry |
| Dubs stay up, cuz that’s where I’m from G |
| And I’m never leaving like spring is the season |
| But it’s always my season |
| Death to the hate, I can’t hear it |
| What is that sound? |
| I hear cheerin' |
| Fans went from one to a million |
| Ooh, the death of my soul |
| Ooh, the death of my soul |
| Ya’ll always got your faith you know, you can ride anything. |
| Theres-theres |
| nothing too scary where I’ma just give up, ya know what I mean? |
| I’ve seen hell |
| and everyhthing after it. |
| I’m somwhere where, if you’re persistent and |
| efficient you get rewarded… and that’s what everybody wishes for |