Looking Forward - Chanel West Coast

Ooh, the death of my soul

Ooh, the death of my soul (sell, sell, sell)

Ooh, the death of my soul

Ooh, the death of my soul

West Coast

Uh, Young Money

I’m looking forward to the future so bright

I’m not looking back, 'bout to change my whole life

I’ve been hated on man, yeah all of my life

Yeah, yeah, all of my life, yeah, yeah, all of my life

I’m taking my time and make sure shit is right

Can’t wait for the day that they say change their damn minds

And say damn Chanel tight, they said damn Chanel tight

They said damn Chanel tight, I’m in this for life

The struggle is real, yeah, I’m coming from Cali

Yeah, deep in the valley, North Hollywood

No one pay attention, no one ever mention

Alone like detention, so Hollywood

I gotta keep hustlin', no, I’m never budgin'

'Til I get a budget, what’s really good?

Ain’t up for discussion, blow up like combustion

Haters, yeah, we shush 'em, I wish you would

Times up, don’t fuck with my money

I pile up, you bitches ain’t hungry

Dubs stay up, cuz that’s where I’m from G

And I’m never leaving like spring is the season

But it’s always my season

Death to the hate, I can’t hear it

What is that sound?

I hear cheerin'

Fans went from one to a million

Ooh, the death of my soul

Ooh, the death of my soul

While you all in my business, I’m all 'bout my business

Ain’t nothing fictitious, I’m hunting these bishes

They cut like incisions, I’m taking position

To take their position cuz I got ambition, I got it

I ain’t had no love when I started

No one thought I could be an artist

But as I got older, my flows just got colder

The life of a soldier, brave-hearted

I did it to only break out

From folding these clothes at checkout

Minimum wage ain’t what’s up, need more bucks

Cuz' I want a new car and a house

I’m fighting to be more, that’s why

I just want to see more in life

So fuck all the hate, they don’t pay for my play

I won’t stop till I’m great, this my life

D-D-Don't fuck with my money

I pile up, you bitches ain’t hungry

Dubs stay up, cuz that’s where I’m from G

And I’m never leaving like spring is the season

But it’s always my season

Death to the hate, I can’t hear it

What is that sound?

I hear cheerin'

Fans went from one to a million

Ooh, the death of my soul

Ooh, the death of my soul

Ya’ll always got your faith you know, you can ride anything.

Theres-theres

nothing too scary where I’ma just give up, ya know what I mean?

I’ve seen hell

and everyhthing after it.

I’m somwhere where, if you’re persistent and

efficient you get rewarded… and that’s what everybody wishes for