City Lights

I'm from San Diego where the weed pops
Where every other house is the weed spot (Yea)
Got this shit on lock cuz every city tryin' be us
Cuz we got that hybrid, ain't talkin' bout Prius
Crusin' down Ocean View, with no ocean view (Nah)
Just a whole lotta eses, and a whole lot of blue
Comin' through here, you better get your mind right
Or have your body on the curb like a LimeBike (Ha!)
Mothafuckas die tryin' to stunt (Yea)
Get their named mentioned by Kimberly Hunt (Urgh)
I got no time for pussies tryin' to front
I'd rather be in Cheetahs, smokin' a blunt
But talk that shit, you will get decked
Even if you're on stage, R.I.P. to X (R.I.P)
See were chill, but we say what we mean
Send them boys to touch ya like an iPhone screen (Ugh)

We hustle hard, til the lights come on
Then hustle harder when the lights come on
We make this money when the lights come on
City lights come on, city lights come on

If you woke up broke, you got no reason to sleep
I walk the boulevard of broken dreams and for the green
I'm going hard like Brady going for his 6th ring
Am I a bad man for wanting all the fine things?
The fancy cars and diamond rings, bitch I want it all
Everything that glitters and everything that gleams
And everything ain't sweet, so baby we gon spark Swishers
To get a better picture, order another round
Champagne and a couple pitchers, I gotta have it
For fuckin' all these niggas bitches, without permission
Oh well, savage life mode, who am I to salvage hoes?
Ain't your average Joe, on the yacht like Spence and Joe
Got your girl wetter than the show at the Bellagio
And that's word to my foreign bitches at Ventaggio
Ain't worried bout spittin' bars, rappin' off the dome
Only bars I want to handle are covered in gold

We hustle hard, til the lights come on
Then hustle harder when the lights come on
We make this money when the lights come on
City lights come on, city lights come on

I'm up to no good cuz I'm sippin' on some Hennessy
Thinkin' bout some money as I cruise down Genesee
Hit the left (err), then I head down Balboa
If I see a lick nigga, Ima boa
If you're in Clairemont nigga, I better know ya
Cuz I'm not gon tell ya nigga, Ima show ya
When comes to Clairemont, I know all the back streets
That's how I run this shit, like an athelete
Cuz I'm light on my toes, I'm tight with my flows
If I get stuck, I know where to go, since 3 years old
Been my zip code, so if you ain't know, you better go (That way)
But, be careful with the turns you do make
Or you might be on channel 10 with a news break (Breaking news)