So, what do you live for?
I did it for
All of my kinfolk
And I'm all y'all kinfolk
We was far from the Winslows
I stay down like ten toes
I stay up like a tent poles
I just was a young tadpole

Had me swimming with Sharks
Now I'm riding on Jets, just to find my light in the dark, uh
Westside Story, this my, this my West side Story

Really need some peace of mind
Ignore the signs but do the science
Used to have to hide my bias
Throwing shade in harsher climates
Solitude and ultra silence
Shield me from ultraviolet
Strictly anti-violence, but I'm sliding
For disrupted vibing
Interrupt my vibrance, it'll be a long day for you
Them hoes won't wait for you
These streets ain't safe for you
If you give an inch, they're taking two
My homie died over bull,
Won't see that on the daily news

So, what do you live for?
I did it for
All of my kinfolk
And I'm all y'all kinfolk
We was far from the Winslows
I stay down like ten toes
I stay up like a tent poles
I just was a young tadpole

Had me swimming with Sharks
Now I'm riding on Jets, just to find my light in the dark, uh
Westside Story, this my, this my West side Story

The drink had ahold of me
Everything old to me
My expectations lowering
Having dreams of an older me
That's sobering
I wasn't made for the soldiering
Brokering a destiny
Anyone'd be blessed to see
Pass the bowl, it's smoldering
Blowing out the smoker rings
Knowing that I owe some fees
But doubtful where I'm posed to be
But I honed my chi
I sow my seeds
Trying to see what this harvest bring
My fruits of labor twice as sweet
And you could get a slice for free

So, what do you live for?
I did it for
All of my kinfolk
And I'm all y'all kinfolk
We was far from the Winslows
I stay down like ten toes
I stay up like a tent poles
I just was a young tadpole

Had me swimming with Sharks
Now I'm riding on Jets, just to find my light in the dark, uh
Westside Story, this my, this my West side Story

You miss your shot,
you spin the block
That's how I was raised
That's what I was taught
I'm still giving praise,
But no love for a cop
I'm still stuck in my ways
From when Gray Street was hot
That was back in the days
Before I wrote a few bops
Could've caught be a stray
Instead of catching them drawers
As they be throwing them off
I'm like the flame to a moth
I'm like the rain to the crop
Like like the pray to the prey
We just tryna get saved

I'm like the flame to a moth
I'm like the rain to the crop
Like like the pray to the prey
Ay, Yondo, take me away

So, what do you live for?
I did it for
All of my kinfolk
And I'm all y'all kinfolk
We was far from the Winslows
I stay down like ten toes
I stay up like a tent poles
I just was a young tadpole

Had me swimming with Sharks
Now I'm riding on Jets, just to find my light in the dark, uh
Westside Story, this my, this my West side Story

(Shit got me feeling like 'Pac; I'm fitna get THUGLIFE tatted on my stomach)