I'm giving more life to the West CoastFind something you would die for and live for itHeard a lil' nigga put it on his dead locsSaid if he had what I had, he would kill for itCause I was in a blue snap in a red ghostTold him it ain't really nothin', I just went for itBut I know somethin' more important than the bread, thoughFind somethin' you would die for and live for itFind somethin' you would die for and live for itSuckers on my IG, I just ignore itI only focus on my dreams, got rich for itGod bless me, I gotta pay the * for itHaters can't * with me, bringin' bad energyMisery loves company, I don't give a * if your misery wanna visit meThat's what I do, that's what I doThat's deader than chivalry, deader sounds betterTwo extra letters for chemistry, I'm in the game religiouslyRed cross, cause I shed blood like a injuryBlue cross, the game affected my health physicallyGreen cross, cause I get high when I come crossGreen like a dispensaryI ain't hangin' with niggas who ain't a winnerBrought the table to the table whenever we ate or dinnerLook at Nip's funeral, fake niggas just pay to enterI don't like he had to die just to sell out the Staples CenterNah, I'm giving more life to the West CoastFind somethin' you would die for and live for itHeard a lil' nigga put it on his dead locsSaid if he had what I had, he would kill for itCause I was in a blue snap in a red ghostTold him it ain't really nothin', I just went for itBut I know somethin' more important than the bread, thoughFind somethin' you would die for and live for itFind somethin' you would die for and live for itLook at the culture and everything I did for itYoung versus old, time to build a bridge for itSo we can get our point across and be historicI wanna see my G's live, * a cheap cribSee grown men evolve from poor street kidsUntil my sister's strippin', I'm wishin' you not in the positionThat won't arrive next yearNiggas like Cardi B did, I ain't judgin' herI gotta check her past, kinda scaryI grew up in a house of pain, mine is Tyler Perry in EverlastPicture my ghetto ass turnin' up like a rock recordThe heavy metal blast, let's bet on a ghetto pastAnd see the future clearerCause when we shootin' at each other, we shootin' nearerWe torn from the same cloth they used to make Chuck TaylorsMore love for CaterI'm giving more life to the West CoastFind somethin' you would die for and live for itHeard a lil' nigga put it on his dead locsSaid if he had what I had, he would kill for itCause I was in a blue snap in a red ghostTold them it ain't really nothing, I just went for itBut I know something more important than the bread thoughFind something you would die for and live for itFind something you would die for and live for itYou feel me?Yeah, it's the weekliesYou know what I mean?The marathon continues, you know thatYou know what I mean?Let's get out of here