Young Westin - Palm Ln / Ghosts Freestyle Lyrics

I was really made on Palm Ln
All my life the shit the hard way
Caught my first fade out on Palm Ln
Cousin moving birds in broad day
Found my first love down on Palm Ln
Making beats walking the hallways
Man I came up from the
Really do this for the
Keep it 32 for Palm Ln
From the dirt, God forgive me, got expensive habits
Keep a Gold Jesus around my neck protect the fabrics
We hid the money in the vents or zipped it in the attic
Noodles every night will turn your moods into a savage
Clock work, electric off
Heat the oven in the dark
What you know about sharing plates or sleeping every night on floors
Coping mechanisms, had to pick it up just like the ball
Bragging who came up the hardest, treat it like a fucking sport
We glorified the wrong things we had no heroes
Screaming Thug Life, imaginary counting zeros
Pops used to sleep with burners underneath his pillows
And rap called my name when I heard H to Izzo
I was really made on Palm Ln
All my life the shit the hard way
Caught my first fade out on Palm Ln
Cousin moving birds in broad day
Found my first love down on Palm Ln
Making beats walking the hallways
Man I came up from the
Really do this for the
Keep it 32 for Palm Ln
These niggas is jokes, all of these niggas been ghosts
Westin be doing the most in a plane or a boat
Shit I'm the king when I land, you goofies be hating alone just watching the throne
Now I'm moving like Nino, turtleneck with a gold rope, they be copying my clothes
This that DBook at home, good with my hands and I'm nice with a pole, boom
Cold Summer want static, changing the game ever since I dropped damaged, yeah
Man we talking about practice, hop on a track I'm Usain when I lapped 'em, yeah
I came with the baddest, ain't talking about nasty when talking 'bout ratchets, yeah
In my hood they move crates, ain't bringing no cameras, give a fuck 'bout a challenge
All of these niggas is ghosts
All of these rappers been broke
Yeah, yeah
All of these niggas is ghosts
All of these rappers been broke
Yeah, yeah
And I follow the code
Not A Saint never 'gon fold
Yeah, yeah
And I follow the code
Not A Saint never 'gon fold
Yeah, yeah

I was really made on Palm Ln
All my life the shit the hard way
Caught my first fade out on Palm Ln
Cousin moving birds in broad day
Found my first love down on Palm Ln
Making beats walking the hallways
Man I came up from the
Really do this for the
Keep it 32 for Palm Ln
From the dirt, God forgive me, got expensive habits
Keep a Gold Jesus around my neck protect the fabrics
We hid the money in the vents or zipped it in the attic
Noodles every night will turn your moods into a savage
Clock work, electric off
Heat the oven in the dark
What you know about sharing plates or sleeping every night on floors
Coping mechanisms, had to pick it up just like the ball
Bragging who came up the hardest, treat it like a fucking sport
We glorified the wrong things we had no heroes
Screaming Thug Life, imaginary counting zeros
Pops used to sleep with burners underneath his pillows
And rap called my name when I heard H to Izzo
I was really made on Palm Ln
All my life the shit the hard way
Caught my first fade out on Palm Ln
Cousin moving birds in broad day
Found my first love down on Palm Ln
Making beats walking the hallways
Man I came up from the
Really do this for the
Keep it 32 for Palm Ln
These niggas is jokes, all of these niggas been ghosts
Westin be doing the most in a plane or a boat
Shit I'm the king when I land, you goofies be hating alone just watching the throne
Now I'm moving like Nino, turtleneck with a gold rope, they be copying my clothes
This that DBook at home, good with my hands and I'm nice with a pole, boom
Cold Summer want static, changing the game ever since I dropped damaged, yeah
Man we talking about practice, hop on a track I'm Usain when I lapped 'em, yeah
I came with the baddest, ain't talking about nasty when talking 'bout ratchets, yeah
In my hood they move crates, ain't bringing no cameras, give a fuck 'bout a challenge
All of these niggas is ghosts
All of these rappers been broke
Yeah, yeah
All of these niggas is ghosts
All of these rappers been broke
Yeah, yeah
And I follow the code
Not A Saint never 'gon fold
Yeah, yeah
And I follow the code
Not A Saint never 'gon fold
Yeah, yeah