The Mission

Never been the nigga to front cause boy, I used to get fronted
 OG at 23 a P, he shippin' Q's for 12 hundred
 That was a different day, cuffed it from Jackie, he knew I'd pay
 Had me a couple hoes, just needed a Lac or a Chevrolet
 Rebuilt a 7-9, full amount 'til this day I ain't paid
 I'll get 'em back one day, they was rippin' off niggas anyway
 It ain't no thang though
 The world keep spinnin' I kept grindin'
 Getchyo change yo
 The kid kept spittin', he keep climbin'
 It's a hard enough job tryin' to stay on top
 Just a dope young hood star got bustas sayin' I'ma flop tryin'
 To help the homies out cause I got niggas gettin' shot done felt
 My fair share of droughts now I'm takin' these niggas spots
 I moved from section to section
 Fucked up and learned a few lessons
 Served some payback with no blessings
 I be so deep in my sessions
 It can't be no more digressions
 I ask these niggas a question
 They response sound like they guessin'
 I pay it forward and press 'em
 Cause this is California
 Westside Los Angeles, ya dig
 I bend me a corner, blow marijuana do it big
 Ain't self made or selfish, I'll split the profit with my click
 Linguini with shell fish, then blow some ones and hit the strip
 I'm thrustin' my pelvis, until she feel it in her tits
 So transcontinental, we sippin' liquor at the Ritz
 Somewhere in south London, mayn catch me stuntin' with Jay Prince
 Get bread in abundance, break off my kin and never switch, Mundo
 I love my city, yeah I love my dawgs
 Ya told me don't trip, nigga, I'ma pay it forward
 Cause me and you go back before
 I had no dough for shoes, nowhere to go
 But mayn I love this city, I don't love these hoes
 On a mission for the scritch and nigga everybody know
 Yeah, it's the 1 the 2 the 3 the 4
 Westside Dub B, O-P-M at yo door
 Yo keeping a shell around my mind, a mental terrapin
 Tearing out my break line can't slow down, so close I can taste this shit
 Standin' up on a precipice of pullin' up a generation
 But I can't forget the many lessons that it took to raise a nigga
 Land of the villain vacay
 Scam everyday for the payday
 Fam when I'm callin' mayday
 Come on nigga you know
 That I'm really puttin' work in
 On my back got a Kerchek
 Gotta rap with a purpose
 On the path for the curses
 Blessings and questions this shit is a quest
 For the best days
 Call me a rookie, seen veteran thangs
 Call me a bookie, I bet I'ma win
 Gotta keep pushin' for the folks that held me down for ages
 Before a nigga ever had a dream of puttin' the pen to pages
 Nigga had a team always leaned, settin' some expectations
 To my niggas a million thanks
 For the support and patience
 Went from the poor to the paid
 Weather the storm n remained
 Our rapport never break
 Nigga there's more to claim
 Lets pour the pain
 N sip it we the champs
 Ain't nothing more to say
 I say I say I say I say
 I love my city, yeah I love my dawgs
 Ya told me don't trip, nigga, I'ma pay it forward
 Cause me and you go back before
 I had no dough for shoes, nowhere to go
 But mayn I love this city, I don't love these hoes
 On a mission for the scritch and nigga everybody know
 Yeah, it's the 1 the 2 the 3 the 4
 Westside Dub B, O-P-M at yo door
 Me and you was jackin' brews, that was before the pub deal
 Me and you would kick it all the time with nothin' not nihil
 So much time to kill, simple days were plain, Lays chips
 On the days I'm most passed these are the most missed
 But we Johnny, we good, we cash, we Carson
 If I sing these blues in folsom 'til my grave and coffin
 If you got stabbed like Haley Joel Osmond I'll head to Slauson
 I'm making a tee for you, I'll know what to sing I'll know how to grief
 You remember playing Madden 'til yo auntie told us turn that shit off
 We only got older it's crazy how we fell this far off
 We went from talking everyday to just not talking at all
 I guess that's just how we grew up, I know it's nobody's fault
 And it's not like me talking behind your back or bash you
 But I just gotta ask you, if you got a new number you never reply
 Yeah I just gotta ask you, yah I thought that I saw you you never said hi
 Or was it goodbye? I hope you know, I know I know I know I know
 I love my city, yeah I love my dawgs
 Ya told me don't trip, nigga, I'ma pay it forward
 Cause me and you go back before
 I had no dough for shoes, nowhere to go
 But mayn I love this city, I don't love these hoes
 On a mission for the scritch and nigga everybody know
 Yeah, it's the 1 the 2 the 3 the 4
 Westside Dub B, O-P-M at yo door