v2
Welcome to the regime
just a manifestation of my dreams
Reminiscent of something you've never seen
Inside of me there's a hunger that never leaves
It's that pride in me it's a struggle balancing beam
& this goes out to all of the folks who never believed
Them niggas who insisted on choking all of our dreams
They ain't listen when I told em that I was building a team only
Now they memorizing my quotes & all of it seems phony
Good luck jacking the style finding the jeans on me
Tell em it's diamond supply & 10Deep homie
& they still won't buy I'm out of ur league homie
Classically trained directing talking machines
That means I'm in the basement with my baby Alesis
Trying to reinspire ur minds hoping it reaches
Finally see the fruits of my grind when it releases
I'm tryna leave the stadium speachless Or maybe saying

v1
I'm wha-what u wanted
Yea I'm all on it
Where I belong is right where I'm going
Don't get me wrong for y'all niggas I'm coming
Yea I've been gone I'm hitting the ground running
I'm quite the fellow been killing it all summer
I'm nice like carmello but shooting lebron jumpers
Black white to yellow mulatto they all want us
The Project ll throw a party for nothing they all show up
I guess nothing will change when we all blow up
We steady popping bottles like we just won the lotto
I'll talking that old no. 7 on the rocks hoe
Guess I'm just a cold muthafucker from the block
No I'm just an average
Nigga that be killing when I'm getting to the pad &
Following the beat of that that's underneath the fashion
Searching through my lyrics for something everlasting
That's when a fan says

Coda:
Westside in this
Where I reside the sirens & them choppers go bang bang bang
Ya better find ur clique or get with mine it's obvious that's these niggas can't hang
They keep saying hip-hops dead
Well ima just rock heads
Whatever to make ya system go bang
They take one look at the bloodshed
Say u killing it Red I bet they gon remember my name

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