Lyrics: Liesha Bolton
Yeah…
West Coast,
Town business, let the bass talk
Big clouds in the air, smoke yo face off , West Coast,
Town business
[Verse 1]
I hustle on my feet and never on my back
I'm burning every track
Lyrics like a match you see me I'm in flames spitting that real games
(All in these niggas' ass like my name was Hanes)
I'm a big bill not no change (so they always trying to break me)
But Oakland, California raised me, and laced me
So I'm not lazy I stay getting it
(No matter where it's at)
Get the cash, bring it back
(I do it like that)
From the soil where the struggle is real, you better watch yo back on every block are you might get killed
I don’t talk too much, let the grind speak
While they sleep, I’m working, seven days a week
[Chorus]
I gotta keep on keeping on and that's my motto as I sit in silence and watch them as they follow (hey)
my peripheral vision is doing great ,Eyes on the prize, blind to the hate
I don’t want no crumbs, I want the whole cake (hey)
[Verse 2]
You can feel the bay breeze but the block stay hot
you gotta know how to move, off the top, its a lot of fake love ,I seen a lot
Trust the wrong dude and you might get popped ,
(shake them loose, see if they bulletproof)
They copy the style but can’t mimic the truth
I been real since a youth, I make it do what it do
kept it pushing my success is the proof
[Chorus]
I gotta keep on keeping on and that's my motto as I sit in silence and watch them as they follow (hey)
my peripheral vision is doing great ,Eyes on the prize, blind to the hate
I don’t want no crumbs, I want the whole cake (hey)
Every breath in my lungs when I speak
Whole cake mentality, nothing less for me
Still hustling, never backtracking
Hustle till the end, and stay stacking