Picture me, rollin' in the Benz oh
Runnin' from the past need a cleanse though
Girl you know I'm from the Westside ballin'
Yeah I see with ya man still callin'
Coming for them bands, we don't give no fuck
Come and get ya girl, she asking for hugs
On some boss shit, spend a hunnid up in SOHO
Rockin Ustar and ya man drip in polo
Take a picture with the gang
You don't really fuck with me, you just here for the fame
Got a target on my back, man I hope you got aim
If you miss we gon slide, stay with that fye
She tell me that I'm nonchalant over and over
I don't believe the lies that you told you wanted closure
I stop showing love when they fucked me over
Be some hard times just to hold my composure
Yeah I'm tryna know ya
Can you feel my composure?
Running through my brain
If you gon slide, better hope you got aim
Picture me, rollin' in the Benz oh
Runnin' from the past need a cleanse though
Girl you know I'm from the Westside ballin'
Yeah I see with ya man still callin'
Coming for them bands, we don't give no fuck
Come and get ya girl, she asking for hugs
On some boss shit, spend a hunnid up in SOHO
Rockin Ustar and ya man drip in polo
(Woah)
(Yeah)
(Oh my god, Oh my god)