The Mission Lyrics - Singles - Warm Brew

Never been the nigga to front cause boy, I used to get fronted 

OG at 23 a P, he shippin' Q's for 12 hundred 

That was a different day, cuffed it from Jackie, he knew I'd pay 

Had me a couple hoes, just needed a Lac or a Chevrolet 

Rebuilt a 7-9, full amount 'til this day I ain't paid 

I'll get 'em back one day, they was rippin' off niggas anyway 

It ain't no thang though 

The world keep spinnin' I kept grindin' 

Getchyo change yo 

The kid kept spittin', he keep climbin' 

It's a hard enough job tryin' to stay on top 

Just a dope young hood star got bustas sayin' I'ma flop tryin' 

To help the homies out cause I got niggas gettin' shot done felt 

My fair share of droughts now I'm takin' these niggas spots 

I moved from section to section 

Fucked up and learned a few lessons 

Served some payback with no blessings 

I be so deep in my sessions 

It can't be no more digressions 

I ask these niggas a question 

They response sound like they guessin' 

I pay it forward and press 'em 

Cause this is California 

Westside Los Angeles, ya dig 

I bend me a corner, blow marijuana do it big 

Ain't self made or selfish, I'll split the profit with my click 

Linguini with shell fish, then blow some ones and hit the strip 

I'm thrustin' my pelvis, until she feel it in her tits 

So transcontinental, we sippin' liquor at the Ritz 

Somewhere in south London, mayn catch me stuntin' with Jay Prince 

Get bread in abundance, break off my kin and never switch, Mundo 

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I love my city, yeah I love my dawgs 

Ya told me don't trip, nigga, I'ma pay it forward 

Cause me and you go back before 

I had no dough for shoes, nowhere to go 

But mayn I love this city, I don't love these hoes 

On a mission for the scritch and nigga everybody know 

Yeah, it's the 1 the 2 the 3 the 4 

Westside Dub B, O-P-M at yo door 

Yo keeping a shell around my mind, a mental terrapin 

Tearing out my break line can't slow down, so close I can taste this shit 

Standin' up on a precipice of pullin' up a generation 

But I can't forget the many lessons that it took to raise a nigga 

Land of the villain vacay 

Scam everyday for the payday 

Fam when I'm callin' mayday 

Come on nigga you know 

That I'm really puttin' work in 

On my back got a Kerchek 

Gotta rap with a purpose 

On the path for the curses 

Blessings and questions this shit is a quest 

For the best days 

Call me a rookie, seen veteran thangs 

Call me a bookie, I bet I'ma win 

Gotta keep pushin' for the folks that held me down for ages 

Before a nigga ever had a dream of puttin' the pen to pages 

Nigga had a team always leaned, settin' some expectations 

To my niggas a million thanks 

For the support and patience 

Went from the poor to the paid 

Weather the storm n remained 

Our rapport never break 

Nigga there's more to claim 

Lets pour the pain 

N sip it we the champs 

Ain't nothing more to say 

I say I say I say I say 

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I love my city, yeah I love my dawgs 

Ya told me don't trip, nigga, I'ma pay it forward 

Cause me and you go back before 

I had no dough for shoes, nowhere to go 

But mayn I love this city, I don't love these hoes 

On a mission for the scritch and nigga everybody know 

Yeah, it's the 1 the 2 the 3 the 4 

Westside Dub B, O-P-M at yo door 

Me and you was jackin' brews, that was before the pub deal 

Me and you would kick it all the time with nothin' not nihil 

So much time to kill, simple days were plain, Lays chips 

On the days I'm most passed these are the most missed 

But we Johnny, we good, we cash, we Carson 

If I sing these blues in folsom 'til my grave and coffin 

If you got stabbed like Haley Joel Osmond I'll head to Slauson 

I'm making a tee for you, I'll know what to sing I'll know how to grief 

You remember playing Madden 'til yo auntie told us turn that shit off 

We only got older it's crazy how we fell this far off 

We went from talking everyday to just not talking at all 

I guess that's just how we grew up, I know it's nobody's fault 

And it's not like me talking behind your back or bash you 

But I just gotta ask you, if you got a new number you never reply 

Yeah I just gotta ask you, yah I thought that I saw you you never said hi 

Or was it goodbye? I hope you know, I know I know I know I know 

I love my city, yeah I love my dawgs 

Ya told me don't trip, nigga, I'ma pay it forward 

Cause me and you go back before 

I had no dough for shoes, nowhere to go 

But mayn I love this city, I don't love these hoes 

On a mission for the scritch and nigga everybody know 

Yeah, it's the 1 the 2 the 3 the 4 

Westside Dub B, O-P-M at yo door