Spitting poly seeds, breaking down Dutchies in the backseat
I don't even smoke now, but rolling up relax me
Had to slow it down, I think a nigga was like 26 (No more smoking)
Always had hoes, but 'round that time I said let's break a pimp
You ever been to [?]? It's more than just a hoe track
Met some real partners, [?] show me where the door at
'Cause I was in the streets doing bad and making no cash
You better catch on, bitch, I ain't fucking with your slow ass
Stable on point, every night I'm checking four racks
What happened to the good days? All I meet is renegades
Don't stop now, through stand ups, I'm tryna get these bands up
Yeah, why these bitches never have fun?
Yeah, man, this shit is getting sad, blood
Niggas out here tryna disrespect the game
Been doing this too long for a bitch to disrespect my name
The thing I did it for, a watch and a gold chain
On my way to San Leandro to get my wrap re-hit
I got a bitch around the corner, I might chill for a minute
A lil' spot out east, I be feeding my fishes
Whole lot of real ism is what I'm feeding these bitches
Made my first ten bands and I ain't went broke since
From the Bay to Costa Mesa to by the airport in Philly
My little bonsai tree match the lights in the kitchen
Suede ceilings in the beamer, got them all in they feelings
Stop by the Whole Foods before I hit up Stinson
Now it's fruits on the sand and no phone reception
Man, I should've brought my bike, damn, I'm tripping
Doing cardio with the bitch, then back on the mission
I'm the type that make sure the bills paid on time
You ain't gotta do much but go and get this guap
The way you rock that YSL clutch, I like it a lot
But it ain't 'bout the bag, what you got inside, bitch?
Sock it to me
Yes lord
What's happenin'?
What's happenin'?
What's happenin'?
