some practice.

Down bad west side, feeling live a juvenile passing by dem 8 miles. Nigga, down west we pop on that high while. G wagon skrt skrt on the nigga, might just pop a purp on that nigga, might just have to shoot at that nigga, get a coupe on this nigga. Down bad, feeling all alone, not feeling that good embrace of home, knowing nigha wouldn't stop snitching if it was for the life of their own. This nigga down bad I know by his tone Life is as bad as it gets, pop a molly and you get hot hard like a brick, Lesson learned, homes torn, stuck forever, however life goes on. Niggas be scared and cant do nun bout it but the same jigga acting tough and staring a riot, you wanna learn to thought nigga? get to fighting, and living and writing. and thriving. Down bad west side, feeling like a juvenile, passing by those eight miles. Nigga we pop out on that high while, niggas getting high in a dope pile, living, striving, learning forgiveness, that's how a real nogga sound when they winning.