Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song West, artist - Ivy Sole. Date of issue: 25.07.2017
Song language: English
West |
| First crush was the preacher’s son |
| First punch was Chelsea, that’s my round got her back til kingdom come |
| At BAC we was the freshest, smartest, since kindergarten, pardon my pompous |
| But my circumstances should’ve had me dearly departed |
| We were starved for opportunity and begging for immunity |
| From violence we never started, from trauma that we ain’t seek |
| Moving units with cardiac, varsity how we run it back |
| That black and teal and purple color my blood and color my speech |
| I do this for myself, for my my family and the four |
| For the west who knows me best, since I sleeping on the floor |
| See, I’ve been watching family die since the tender age of 8 |
| So I’ve been scraping funds together, we been tryna make a way |
| Grandma worked at Krispy Kreme so we been about the dough |
| Played AAU for years and I thought I was going pro |
| But the books they opened doors that court never could |
| And I’m standing here today when no one thought I would |
| You can catch me 'round the way, I ain’t hard to find |
| Oakley did it for the city, Imma do it for the side |
| The south it raised a lover, on the west I learned to fight |
| If you come around my way, I’ll show you both gimme a night |
| You don’t my city like I know my queen |
| Country cackalacking with diamond in the back |
| A string of pearl around yo neckbone, collards with the biscuit |
| Picket fence we ain’t got em but just listen |
| We just need that price’s chicken, catching movies at northlake |
| Getting kicked out of southpark, playing ball by where you stay |
| Walking past the Dub C on the way to your place |
| Lincoln heights and Arbor Glen to me both got the same face (yeah) |
| Football games at Big I or Harding or POB |
| Battle of Allegheny dodging bullets and police |
| Cop a tray from Cookout, 85 off sugar creek |
| Rest my head on park road, take a sip and catch the breeze |
| Now I’m westing out on market street |
| After dark see treasure troves of Black folk living life like it’s the last one |
| we gon ever know |
| Packed my bags six years ago, might pack 'em once again |
| Headed west for gold like olden days 'til I find the gems within |
| You can catch me 'round the way, I ain’t hard to find |
| Oakley did it for the city, Imma do it for the side |
| The south it raised a lover, on the west I learned to fight |
| If you come around my way, I’ll show you both gimme a night |
| One time for the west, two times for the west, three times for the west |
| Four times for the muthafuckin' 4 |
| One time for the west, two times for the west, three times for the west |
| Four times for the muthafuckin' 4 nigga |