[Intro]
Lets get it
Uh-huh-uh-uh, Rimi, yeah
Reso-Nated mother-fuckers
Ha-ha, ha-ha, yeah, look


[Chorus]
You know it's real when it's live from the 818
Even the real motherfuckers can never relate
You know it's real when it's live from the 818
Even the real motherfuckers can never relate

[Verse 1]
Living in fear, knowing every moment could be your last
I do whats needed and speak my mind out without a gasp
My brother Drew lighting the Dro while time is ticking fast
Gassing on that smoke and hoping we ain't stuck up in the past
I'm reminiscing on my mission through that hard grind
Locking precision, I come equipped on the front lines
Do or die, there ain't no trying when you on this road
Gotta go and make the game provoked before it make you choke
So, I'm driving slow, formulating all my plans
Got my vision dead in sight and I chase it with my mans
Even in the lowest light I still be shining at a glance
Blinding you with headlights from my 4 door sedan
My clan is ill with it, tight but we still fit it
We real with it, dislike? Well just deal with it
In your feelings but we drill like dentists do fill-ins
License to kill, like felons till I turn villain
I'm in the ville, Woodland Hills, showing no remorse
My lyrics grip a hater like I'm Vader with the force
I knock my competition down from up their higher horse
Gripping on that mic like I should make the cover of the source
You see my sorcery and know theres more in store for me
The way I hold the pen, you would think it was a sword for me
I'm sworn to be the illest by the prophets like I'm supposed to be
Opposing all opponents who've been aiming out to own my seat
The throne is mine, and my mind is over matter
And I'm over impressing motherfuckers who never mattered
Matter fact, all their facades begin to shatter
As soon as they get the memo that my pockets gotten fatter
I'm attacking with a tactic they ain't seen in such a while
Back with what their lacking and I do that in my style
Never backing out the chance to run the track up with a smile
Run it back for like a mile and spit back at them so vile
See I'm vibing with the track until I've beaten up the beat
And writing on the pad until I've emptied out the ink
Let that sink, even with no pen or pad or ink
Y'all could never even write some doper shit than what I think
It gets deep, like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cuz sleep is the cousin of death
And I'm in depth, with every single word that I rhyme
And I'll be fine, when I'm in that westside state of mind
[Chorus]
You know it's real when it's live from the 818
Even the real motherfuckers can never relate
You know it's real when it's live from the 818
Even the real motherfuckers can never relate

[Verse 2]
Y'all having dreams that I've been bustin'
I put the beat in a concussion, keep it running
Without consideration of repercussions
As I puncture with my lyrics while my rhythm keeps me stunting
As a metaphor that you've been sleeping on me while I'm crushing
Now, I've been destined to be the writer of my own story
No use in ghostwriters if I ain't got ghost stories
Benevolent and hopeful that I go make history
Unapologetic for being me, so theres no sorry
I stay clear and keep my mind right
And place fear in these rappers careers without the limelight
A shadow dwelling, dispelling haters in hindsight
Busting through the gate and making sure that all my rhymes tight
So I move slow, calculating every step
Aware of every success, flaw, and any threats
Know where to have my mans placed to keep 'em in check
'Fore we lockdown your compound like a game of chess
At any attempt and we gone shut down the scene
Don't hold in your breath, if you hope I don't succeed
On a power trip, you see how they succumb to greed
And see we never phased cuz we come from a different breed
No holding my tongue when I'm speaking on the problems
Only way I grow and insure that I'm making progress
Beat the odds against the laws and did so being honest
Checking their cause of death only to find my flow was flawless
I've only elevated, solely repping Resonated
Wrecking any record, for the record, I could demonstrate it
Tell them that I'm hell bent, knowing that I'm heaven made
Believing I'm the truth by the way their eyes dilated
And thats an understatement when I use the ink
Formulate my craft and knowing that my lyrics make you think
Let that sink, even if their standards looking steep
I rather creep up to the top before they get a chance to blink
It gets deep, like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cuz sleep is the cousin of death
And I'm in depth, with every single word that I rhyme
And I'll be fine, when I'm in that westside state of mind
[Chorus]
You know it's real when it's live from the 818
Even the real motherfuckers can never relate
You know it's real when it's live from the 818
Even the real motherfuckers can never relate

[Outro]
Westside state of mind motherfuckers