Faustoe - Trueog Kush Lyrics

What it do what it do
What it do what it do
The West Coast
San Fernando's Underground
It's FAUSTOE, all the way from California
7 Dayz 7 Wayz
My thoughts running in motion
Feels like I'm about to lose composure
Breaking through the brick wall
Watch everything dissolve
Solving this puzzle won't be easy at all
You gotta learn through ups and falls
Taking a loss just means
I'll come back without flaws
Take a closer look what the f*ck do you see
A hustle, you call it a dream
Then I'm Freddie Krueger
Bringing it to reality, it's a horror scene
How I leave the beat deceased
Rest In Peace to all the homies
Who no longer breathe
Stoe Boogie, got Fluffy the Lizard King
The homie Gizmo
I'm chiefin', I'm tokin
I'm straight West coastin
But I'm in the cut so you dont even notice
Hocus pocus it ain't hard to focus
Finger on the trigger one eye open
Lethal execution, no distractions
Technical practice what ya'll lackin
That's why yo' bitch is on my sack man
So quit complaining cause you ain't been gaining
Knowledge nor the power to devour
Any difficult task at any hour
Always burning flowers
Exhaling all the bullshit
Crossed it off of the list
Something you can not do yet
Still rubbin' the lamp for a wish
You lazy scandalous bitch
I've been workin hard since a kid
Something you can not spit
Without biting your lip
Covered in cold sores from the lies you've written
On your knees always begging
But no action has been put in
What the f*ck do you expect
The fire won't ignite on it's own
It needs a couple sparks with the right gas
Melodies, and tunes
When it comes down to the truth
No matter how ugly would you really pursue, it