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Kevin Ali - West Coast lyrics

Artist: Kevin Ali

album: Soul Food (Radio Edit)


Vibing to some Mike or Whitney
I'm sliding on the way to my city
Vibing to some Mike or Whitney
You should come chill on my side
I gotta wake up and plot on a check
I cannot lay up I know that I'm next
Gotta stay fly so I hop on a jet
Til the day I die I be repping the west because
Baby I'm the nigga from the West Coast
California vibin', West Coast
And I stay repping my, West Coast
And I stay repping my
The best in the west and I gotta confess I'm not pressed
By you rappers so I'm left unimpressed
I studied the vets to reach new accolades
So I could get penthouse views up in the palisades
While getting my palace made
I reminisce all the days
I was hustling
Forget the coloring and governing
The street politics, I didn't want to be apart of it
I took a different rout so I could lead the way up out of it... uh
I gotta wake up and plot on a check
I cannot lay up I know that I'm next
Gotta stay fly so I hop on a jet
Til the day I die I be repping the west because
Baby I'm the nigga from the West Coast
California vibin', West Coast
And I stay repping my, West Coast
And I stay repping my
I turned nothing into something
With no foundation established
On the edge still keeping the balance
I'm the king of this shit
Sit on my throne as I sip from my chalice
Realizing ain't nobody a challenge (Word?)
No enemy or anybody that's close to me
Could gain enough energy that could fuck with my potency
Threat to me? Is that what you lil trappers suppose to be
I'm hotter than the sun but ain't no rapper as cold as me
City on my back rollin in a Cadillac
Never was a cat that lacks...
Possession of the knowledge that I need to rip a track
The journey that I'm on is gonna lead to giving back
To the ones that need the jewels
Protecting your energy forgetting people you knew well
Never really wanted you to do well, in the first place
Mad when they see you in first place
Now you on first base
Hitting home runs on your worst days
I gotta wake up and plot on a check
I cannot lay up I know that I'm next
Gotta stay fly so I hop on a jet
Til the day I die I be repping the west because
Baby I'm the nigga from the West Coast
California vibin', West Coast
And I stay repping my, West Coast
And I stay repping my

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