Intro
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)

Chorus
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

Verse 1]
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

Chorus
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

Verse 2
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 the 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 shot, 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

Chorus
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

Verse 3
I put my niggas on, now they lit
Pusha 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

Outro
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