California Boy

This song is gas though lowkey
Whoa (hmm)

Central California boy
Get with the program
At the park playing ball, shootin' dice with the broham
Man I get it litty
Gotta do it for my f city
I got this s on lock
I swear ain't nobody f with me

2 years old in the lac, car seat in the back
Mixed baby at that, all the hoes gonna attack
Growin' up chasin' dreams, hard to fight 'em off my back
I'm the type of boy pull her number
Text her once, never text her back
Then she call me right back
And I answer like what
We can make love, or I treat you like a slut
Confirmation from Lizzie, now it's time to get busy
Put the pen to the pad, writing song till I'm dizzy
Whoa

Central California boy
Get with the program
At the park playing ball, shootin' dice with the broham
Man I get it litty
Gotta do it for my f city
I got this s on lock
I swear ain't nobody f with me

My s is a masterpiece and I know it
Yo' s smell bad and go down the toilet
Negativity I finesse, I avoid it
Me and Jag high five after homerun
Man we destroy ya'
Still eating on sequoia
I know my main b loyal
Live in the palace, I'm royal
Still eatin' food out the foil
Boy I came to bring hits
These other rappers ain't legit
Do it for the wrong reason
I do it for passion and s

Central California boy
Get with the program
At the park playing ball, shootin' dice with the broham
Man I get it litty
Gotta do it for my f city
I got this s on lock
I swear ain't nobody f with me

Get it movin andile andile andile (wait)
Growing up half Mexican that's what my Mom would say
Boy I dress up clean
Alexander Mcqueen
Helmut Lang, that's old news
Pass the sewing machine

Central California boy
Get with the program
At the park playing ball, shootin' dice with the broham
Man I get it litty
Gotta do it for my f city
I got this s on lock
I swear ain't nobody f with me



Credits
Writer(s): Reginald Harvey
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