West Code - Alone

I'm in the private the best niggas rent a wheel.
So when the time on my feet, he's on my city.
I make the music, take the money, now we strumming beaty.
Put out the cockles in the garden, nothing be speedy.
I beat no cakers in my head, no people keaty.
All of my donors got a crawler.
Good motherfuckers, attention on my roller.
I gotta keep petty town on my coder.