Way Back When - Lou The Human

I’m talkin' way back when, on the Westside roads

Had like four, five hitters, homie, you should know

We got mutual friends, yeah

If I go broke, probably take yo' ends

Homie, you should know

We just mobbed in here, yeah, I can’t find no fear, yeah

I been high all year, yeah, I don’t mind, aw yeah

Don’t have a mind, aw yeah, yeah, I lost it, yeah

I won’t cry, it’s all good, yeah, I won’t find it, I’m good, yeah

I should slow down, we been smokin' dope loud

I just copped a whole pound, the prince of my hometown

If you ain’t know now, homie, you should know

On them Westside roads, where my heart turned cold (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

Wake up and fuck up a check

I know the money’ll flip

I am just tryna be honest

I’m tired of modest

I feel like I’m runnin' this shit

Fuck your whole clique

I’m 'bout to cop a new whip

Probably go total the shit

I don’t give a shit

Y’all are still rollin' up clips

It’s never home in this bitch

Holding the grip

I been unloading and shit

Who the fuck said they want it?

I been ready as shit

I just re’d-up and deaded your bitch

Got a flight in the A.M., ain’t regular, kid

But I’m still up in Port and the West like it’s '06

My ganja is potent

Y’all tryna' promote shit

We fly coast-to-coast, bitch

I live on the road, bitch

I’m done with my old bitch

Selena’s the focus and

We just mobbed in here, yeah, I can’t find no fear, yeah

I been high all year, yeah, I don’t mind, aw yeah

Don’t have a mind, aw yeah, yeah, I lost it, yeah

I won’t cry, it’s all good, yeah, I won’t find it, I’m good, yeah

I should slow down, we been smokin' dope loud

I just copped a whole pound, the prince of my hometown

If you ain’t know now, homie, you should know

On them Westside roads, where my heart turned cold (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

I’m usually ridin' 'round in a hot box

Checks comin', I need more, I cannot stop

Bitch, I’m dumbin' till they put me in a pine box

Bet they see me now every single time that I drop

Four bitches all sing, that’s a girl group

OG Kush-scented, that’s the perfume

Showin' famous bitches that they gettin' curved too

Couple models off white like Virgil, right

I don’t think they heard Lou right

I’m sicker than bird flu, right

Rappers is my sons, man, I birthed you, right

Dawg, I got so many bars

Every verse do life, muhfucka, Hugh

I’m talkin' way back when (Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah)

Where they stay packin' (Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah)

Where they stay trappin' (Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah)

Where them things happen (Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah)

We just mobbed in here, yeah, I can’t find no fear, yeah

I been high all year, yeah, I don’t mind, aw yeah

Don’t have a mind, aw yeah, yeah, I lost it, yeah

I won’t cry, it’s all good, yeah, I won’t find it, I’m good, yeah

I should slow down, we been smokin' dope loud

I just copped a whole pound, the prince of my hometown

If you ain’t know now, homie, you should know

On them Westside roads, where my heart turned cold, yeah

Nah, nah, nah

Nah, nah, nah

Nah, nah, nah

Nah, nah

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