Eternal West Coast (feat. Chikk)

[Verse 1: King Lil G]

I got 'em stuck off the realness, the king murderous

The city where you get caught slipping, homie you learn to bust

I get harassed by the gang unit observing us

They got a gang in every state now, what did you learn from us?

California don't need a motive to run up on 'em

My forty-four got me fully focused, I'm smoking doja

I'm holding on, remaining strong, putting love in my culture

You and your phony homies know when its best to approach us

Coast to nostra don't speak about it, how you supposed to

I can't wait till my older homies get out of Folsom

Intellectual gangsters I learned the most from

Sell the most drugs, Atlanta and Minnesota

I feel like my last breath is getting closer

As I seen the candles lit at the store by the corner

You keep hating on me dog, but your girl supports us

Autograph titties, that's how I'm gonna promote us

[Verse 2: King Lil G]

I recommend with your enemies, never reconcile

I taught you better, you haven't been ready in a while

Full of bullets holes, you supposed to know the deal

If I could rule the world, I'd do some songs with Lauryn Hill

And talk about the realist **** on how the **** I feel

On how you down to sell your soul for a couple mill

Ceramic rap, I'm 'bout to name it the traffic rap

They caught Tommy on the road, we gotta bring him back

**** it, we lost till somebody gotta call the boss

This is hard or trusty Vindo, I been knowing you the longest

Do it like Italians do in the old Boston

I put Biggie Smalls tape in my old walkman

I'll tell you to your face with no metaphor

******* with the king, my soldiers ready to go to war

Don't comprehend what I'm saying? Go get Rosetta Stone

Forty-seven mob homie, we the next to blow