[Intro]
It's so nice, just look-
It's so nice, just look-
It's so nice, just look-
It's-it's-it's so nice
Yeah

[Verse 1]
To the ones know my real life
Every verse is like a document in real time
Everything was grey, I know I deserve a clear sky
Ran out of juice in my tear duct
I made everything real off sheer drive
Separate myself, made it clear cut, then I'm Timberland cut
Walkin' outside now, lookin' like a Pinterest board
Mainly 'cause some of this shit's gеttin' borin'
Dogs chasin' they tails, we ain't goin'
Had to learn what was for mе and ain't for me
A thin line between growin' and playin' corporate
I had to stay the course, my homies would make corpses
Stand on what we need, then split the remainin' portions
What else can you do when the world runs dry
Gotta find new H2O sources
Been through everything and still I remained
Aura intact to win big, that's the greatest get back
Less TikTok, more Tic Tac, breath of fresh air, we all did that
Look at the Westside's impact, they rappin' like us now
I hear it, I just spit that, of course I need new flows
N***as doin' they best Pivot impersonation, we influential
List of colleges we just spoke at
Still go to my grandma crib in tip toe pass
Wee hours of the night, I resemble light from the city sky
I intend to write books 'bout the stories, you can not make this shit up
Yeah, my pops gave me his iPod, had beats by Dilla
Yeah, now I go to the shows to headline when the seats start fill up
Fresh packed gas like an S-Class fill up
Water's on the way, shout the members of my village
Everybody tribe with me, everybody Pivot
Everybody tribe with me, every-
[Chorus]
It's been a blur
Whatever events occurred, I don't remember
Too focused on the big picture
But I ain't thinkin' of things to stay
I would rather be the change
See, comin' with me to space
But we can't stay in one place

[Post-Chorus]
Back and forth, [?]
And the course is the clear drive, Westside, out the source
So we back and forth, and I'm torn
And the course is the clear drive, that's the Westside
Yeah, back and forth, and I'm torn
And the course is the clear drive, Westside, out the source
So we back and forth, yeah, and I'm torn, uh, the Westside

[Interlude]
Yeah, Tommy Skillfinger on the beat, No I.D. on the beat
Long live my uncle Tommy, let's do it

[Verse 2]
To the ones called me Malachi
Who spirit lives on long past Saba dyin'
Flickin' through the channels, waitin' on the world to change
And say the revolution wasn't televised
Now I'm on my second life
And my umphteenth but I promise that I'm very nice
You can't keep count of everybody keepin' count
I'm like a herd dog runnin' when the sheep come out
Still on my way, I took the scenic route
What I gotta rush for?
I'm the young n***a that's trainin' for Mount Rushmores
Only way you gon' get heard if you shut up more
Only one with a No I.D. tape since 4:44
I been spendin' years establishing' great rapport
'Fore you see me win, know I been grateful for it
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
It's been a blur
Whatever events occurred, I don't remember
To focus on the big picture
But I ain't thinkin' of things to stay
I would rather be the change
See, comin' with me to space
But we can't stay in one place

[Outro]
Young Sabastian back in office
Long live Tommy Skillfinger the Westside legend
The motherfuckin' saga continues
Unc, we got you, let's do it