The Aza's News
Yo, it's The Aza
Let's go
Yeah, got my town, be my city, bro
West Coast, let me tell you how it really goes
Niggas sleeping on my city, but our * is dope
We know where we supposed to be, but we getting close
Long time coming, now the youngest do the hella most
2021, brother, took it to that level, whoa
Somebody give that boy fuckin' bells
I repeat, give that boy fuckin' bells
I don't understand why they can't stand these facts
Niggas buy views if they can't get street cred
It's how the game goes, I stay whack, hence defense
I still think Flammo is the best kept secret
Somebody give the boy fuckin' bells
What he fuckin' deserves
It's me, Bista, yo, I said it, I'm nice with the birds
A fly nigga in a cage, I'm stuck with the birds
They don't wanna let us in, it must be a curse
I remember when I started rapping, I was young and clever
But I never thought that I would ever be the nicest ever
It's now or never, nigga, I'm aligning my endeavors
Pop a rapper, mother city poppin', this is my vendetta
No beefs in the cup, * is overrated
Duca Wala and the Holy Alpha done collaborated
Young sisters in the game, doing fuckin' things
It's me, Bista, yo, I said it, I'm nice with the birds
Come on, we gonna show you what the cuppa is
So listen, let the door open, we gon' go in it
Young CPT winning, sitting in his throat
Chilling, bro, killing features
Getting bigger, but it's no biggie
Oh, he be spazzing on these verses, homie, so busy
I got more peers than friends in the game
I got fake friends I can't entertain
I get real love from regular people
So you fake motherfuckers pretendin' I see ya
Took a little break, I was healing, now I'm back again
Still at the bottom with youngins who started yelling
Now I'm rebranding an early bird and I'm never late
Man, forget the change, I'ma level up till I get my cake
Man, I'm proud of my city and I love the feeling
I see young'uns doing things and they're out here winning
And how they thinking is the way you should be * thinking
Ain't no time for quitting, all the young'uns be about their business
S.O. to the producers, the lay-lays, them side-Bs
The D.A.s, those them nice and they great
The I.V.T.'s, R.I.P. to A.V., man, let's pray
And when the hell is payday, * up a town's rap game
Damn, to all my niggas, yeah, it's time to get it
Tennis rap game to the Armageddon
Time is right now, cause we * ready
Got my town taking over, yeah, I'll * set it
Beast
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