I would like to welcome a special guest tonight
He go by the name of
Y'all know his name
He is a very important person of this little world of ours
Now I'ma let him take the stage
(This that real rap shit, ya bitch)

Talkin' 'bout the West Coast, I'm the face of it
Gangster in designer clothes, I'm the face of it
I told them hoes to get low, I'm the face of it
I put on the bros, I'm the face of it
Drove the Maybach to the block, I'm the face of it
Dissin' all the opps, I'm the face of it
Hard bottoms, white socks, I'm the face of it
We gon' do this one for hip-hop

I'm the face of this shit, I'm the base of this shit
I was made for this shit, I got the taste for this shit
I'm tellin' you
I'm not preachin', I'm not Ma$e in this shit
I'm really West Side, I catch a case for this shit
Let the marathon continue, it's not a race with this shit
And I ain't even have no oldheads to lace me with shit
All my homies gang but now they changin' and shit
I mean, it's still gang gang but now they makin' some chips
Ooh, I represent this shit to the T
I represent this shit like I do Bompton trees
This ain't no smoke and mirror, nigga, fuck nicotine
Lookin' like the West every time I hit the scene
Me and Mustard kept this shit lit, ooh
Pac ain't the only motherfucker with the juice
Call Dre, call Snoop, call Game and Kendrick too
When you think about the West, it's me and Nip, red and blue, nigga

Talkin' 'bout the West Coast, I'm the face of it
Gangster in designer clothes, I'm the face of it
I told them hoes to get low, I'm the face of it
I put on the bros, I'm the face of it
Drove the Maybach to the block, I'm the face of it
Dissin' all the opps, I'm the face of it
Hard bottoms, white socks, I'm the face of it
We gon' do this one for hip-hop

I'm on some thirsty shit
I want the recognition, on some thirsty shit
I want the recognition, on some thirsty shit
I want the recognition, clout chasin'
Whoever think different, I'll diss 'em
They be tryna, tryna, tryna put me in a box
I be steady tryna tell these bitch niggas they not
They be tryna say I'm only urban, I say I'm pop
They be like, "How you figure that?" I say, "I'm hot," bitch
I'm in a Lambo' drop-top, bitch
I turn a good girl to a thot, bitch
We the reason that the strip club pop, bitch
I'm the face, yeah, I had to shoot my shoot, bitch
Everybody wanna be Pac, I'm Suge
I'm bailin' niggas out like I'm Suge
I'm slappin' niggas up like I'm Suge
Set these rapper niggas up like I'm Suge

Talkin' 'bout the West Coast, I'm the face of it
Gangster in designer clothes, I'm the face of it
I told them hoes to get low, I'm the face of it
I put on the bros, I'm the face of it
Drove the Maybach to the block, I'm the face of it
Dissin' all the opps, I'm the face of it
Hard bottoms, white socks, I'm the face of it
We gon' do this one for hip-hop

I put my niggas on, now they lit
Pusher right at Interscope, Mustard rich
B-More run a label, you gotta meet with him
Gav and Charlie designed 4Hunnid, Nano writin' hits
My bro on this shit, he up next
I feel good, I feel great, I feel blessed
Bad check, swag check, dad check, designer check
It ain't nothin' to remind you, check
I'm that nigga that wear that hard bottoms with the white socks
I'm the nigga that had Bompton there shootin' videos on the block
I'm that young Piru, SuWoop gang, fly ass nigga
I'm the nigga, I'm the nigga, I'm the fuckin' nigga

What did Drake say?
"You don't need no motherfuckin' awards, you already won"
Bitch, I won
I won, bitch, tell me different, anybody
Cross the line if you feel different, nigga

Copyright: Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Enoch Harris, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson