WCF

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Western Conference Finals, they waitin' on my arrival
 Understand my plan they nothin' like y'all
 Y'all prayin' to go viral, my niggas pray for survival
 African man, so all of my pain is tribal
 Western Conference Finals, Showtime goin' for 40
 Jiggy nigga, but I like my women sporty
 Western Conference Finals, Rico, hittin' his free throws
 I love her even better if she freak though
 Drunk in the hills, weed, ash all on my chains
 Some young kings just livin' out all our dreams
 Can't stop to the driver lookin' like Need For Speed (what you mean?)
 This team ain't blowin' no fuckin' three-one lead
 Baron and Stephen Jackson, they don't believe in seas
 Get like me, I'm at every place you need to be
 I hear the talking but, fuck that mean to me?
 If anything, you can always believe in me
 Same energy for the wins and the losses
 Shook hands with middlemans and the bosses
 Show when it's possible baby this ain't flossin'
 If y'all niggas drip, then I guess I'm the faucet
 Long ways for me to go
 Still long ways for me to go
 I mean, this is just the beginning
 Yeah, I'm just getting started
 Started learning a lot of things
 Every day that I play, I learn something new
 Every day, I'm in the gym I learn something new
 Crack a window, blow the indo, shit I might pull out a 6 tho
 Ain't no need for explanation, you know just what you resent for
 Tryna tour the states, so you can tour the crib
 Niggas ain't promised tomorrow, gotta get it how you live
 See, they couldn't blame me
 You a tenner, I was HD, even if they get the picture still couldn't paint me
 Some kept it on safety, kept it for safety
 Real all my life so they could never ever play me
 Sittin' in a coupe, ganja got me in my zone
 Keep that shit one hundred everywhere gone feel like home
 See these motherfuckers love me, got me feelin' like I'm on
 Same motherfuckers hate me, got me feelin' like I'm on
 Shit's real
 You see the kid is tryna win
 I need food on the table
 I need smiles wearing thin
 Hope it never ends
 But don't know where it begins
 Please don't ever pray for me
 The kid is living off his sins
 Oh, you
 You the-
 It's you
 Oh, you
 You the-
 It's you
 Only you, only you
 You against you, that what it is
 It's onl-
 

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Duration
03:01
Key
11
Tempo
148 BPM

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