Fortes – Westside Highway Lyrics

Fortes (Verse 1)

I switch cars like Pesci in Casino
I spit bars, Fortes Deniro
Keep it a kilo, roll the dice
When you think about it life is like C-Lo
All those Instagram likes might be hyping your ego
Everybody in the game just rapping like Migos
Half outside the city we trap out gazeboes
I’m Horry with the 3, you’re Shaq with his free-throws
Ready to die, can’t front like I give a f**k
25 years is long enough, I lived enough
I ain’t saying that I’m giving up
But I’m careless, I’m fearless, overall this kid is nuts
Bitches wanna smoke with the God, get a dutch
Life is really just a game, level up
And don’t ask me how I am
Just know that I ain’t bitter just because I’m the Sour man
I’ve never been dry for more than an hour fam
Drought? I don’t know what that’s about
Only a couple things that I think about
Bars and tryna get my money in a swiss bank account

Fortes (Verse 2)

What you think? I validate myself
f**k a shrink, I evaluate myself
It turns out I’m a skitzo rapper
The whole time I’ve been battling myself
I’m in a cypher when I’m rapping by myself
Smoking all alone I just pass it to myself
Say hello to the marijuana tycoon
My iPhone looking just like my iTunes
I’m 7:30 I stay up til 7:30
Then I wake up sometime high noon
I’m always racing with the moon
Working so hard I’ll take a vacation soon
It’s November now, so maybe in June
We in the Matrix now, maybe there’s no spoon
f**k a red or blue pill just give me a xanny
And f**k the industry too but give me a grammy
Cause I deserve this shit
I bet your girlfriend probably heard my shit
And knows every word to all my shit
And if she ever slips she falling on my dick

Fortes – Forty In The Studio Lyrics

Drake (Sample) Chorus 2x
40 in the studio
40 in the studio
40 in the studio
I got 40 in the studio, every night, late night

Fortes (Verse 1)

I run shit, about to take my victory lap
In the circle where the winners be at
Turn Bishop if you give me a gat
I got so many pounds don’t give me a dap
I’m trying to trip man, give me a cap
Now I’m flying the whip man, sit in the back
We’re going back to Cali
Silicon Valley I’ve been thinking of apps
San Fran first I’ve been thinking of wax
Forty in the studio, thinking of raps
Smoking his blunt, drinking his yak
10 years now I’ve been flipping the pack
Still in the burbs swear to God shit is a trap
I got these white girls brazilian waxed though
Ever since 12 I’ve been spitting like Tobacco
Highed up, watching Deniro flicks
I’m a hustler, genius, lyricist

Drake (Sample) Chorus 2x
40 in the studio
40 in the studio
40 in the studio
I got 40 in the studio, every night, late night

Fortes (Verse 2)

I’m from the burbs bro bro I ain’t a city boy
I should sign to Tity Boi cause I sign all these titties boy
All of the sudden my names BIG like Diddys boy
The whole block smell like loud neighbors get annoyed
f**k neighborhood watch, we watch the neighborhood
If you got pot, you better make sure your strain is good
Right off the top, you can get weight if your name is good
If you got a Glock, you better make sure your aim is good
You gotta practice like Marlo with the cans
These days I’m stressed cause it’s hard to get the xans
Think about death, is it part of the plan?
I ain’t afraid to die, I got the heart of a man
But I’m bound to re, I ain’t talking bout B-ball
Cops ask questions I tell em that I don’t recall
If I was Petty, throw you off the dam and watch you freefall
Think about that the Croton Dams 300 feet tall

Drake (Sample) Chorus 2x
40 in the studio
40 in the studio
40 in the studio
I got 40 in the studio, every night, late night