best rapper on west coast

Big money, that’s the motivation
A lot of flights and hotels, no vacation
I told my teacher I was going places
Can’t stamp my passports, cause there’s no more spaces
I gave myself an ultimatum,
Get rich or get sent to the police station
Every time they came I was so evasive
Shit I’m sorry my success don’t fit your equation
Streets love me hoes too cause I flow amazing
Up the ladder to success like I know a mason
Look is mind on my money, yeah,
I’m with a model watching kobe front row at staples