Lyrics Nights in the West - Amoré King

Where do I begin...
Oh, I know...

Ain't a woman alive could ever say she left me
Let's keep it nice tho
These rappers copy my style cause I got the right flow
I just had a light bulb
How bout I call these two bad bitches
And tell em come suck me like it's lipo
Enemies on a tightrope Either way they'll fall off
I could snap out, one second, these bitches hauled off
Brozy just grabbed the sawed off that's calls to the reverend
Face mauled off fuck it all dogs go to heaven, Ugh
Now days you rarely hear me talk like this
But some nights in the west I gotta talk my shit
Remind niggas of my pedigree, he step to me
He better be ready to die or high on methamphetamines
Settling niggas meddling hoping my season ends
But like Yebba's it's evergreen just like I said it be
Now let it breathe
Enjoy the greatness
Don't get caught up in the matrix
Tween this real shit and that fake shit
Embrace it Don't test my patience Every move is calculated
They depicted me the boss y'all just soft and exaggerated
Exacerbated yo fuckin mafioso lies
Then run and hide when niggas check yo mafioso ties
I promise, I'm a hustler never sold a bitch a dream
She gon go off the merit, cum off the dick, stay off the scene
That's order of operations and my modus operandi
Sanaa on the arm, that's somethin new, they say I'm that guy
Heh, This shit a breeze to me dog
Raisin hell screamin fuck 12 my nigga free the dogs
Especially cuzzo and my nigga H.O., familia
Way back since City Up, Upper Level insignias
Now its a new chapter The Immaculate Ones, afternoon bastards
Don't get ya crew slapped up for cappin all cute
And tryna be cool rapper
I feel like Gru after, havin all these mignons on every new platter
It's only two factors, that's us and we Who told you, you mattered
But for real who told you that shit?
Y'all good for turning up and money phones, my nigga that's it
As if, niggas could make a classic You actors
My bad, past tense nigga you acted
Asterisks beside all of your records, numbers inflated
Plus this bitches wan fuck me like I already made it
I'm the greatest used to say that in the sense of young Ali
Now I say that in the sense of it's some shit I really see
And they say that present tense cause it's some shit that they believe
Cause if they heard me they wanna herd me
Like a wildebeest stampede, Ugh
Mix me in with the dopest see who get top billin
My audio too nice I'm never not chillin
The theme is sometime the villain is right
A hero most days but this feel like a villainous night
In the still of the night dodging a white snake, call em Mattingly's
In Louisville where you blink and slow nights become tragedies