Good Day
Rule one never want what you can't have
I just chase the bag nigga I need that
Why you suckas riding with some knee pads
Im a shoot my shot naw not half ass
Some chaps be lying bout they fast track
Get the fuck out the bay wit yo fake pass
Cos I know you hipsters can take Amtrak
Take the train back or it's havoc
Not bart that's
That's my train
Blaze in the back
Take a hit for the frame
Cos I know all eyes on me
How you gon meet a nigga wit disdain
If it ain't bout dollars it don't make sense
Baby look a buck and I don't need lense
2020 vision
Yeah I feel the fission
pockets rep the city
Rich is lookin pretty
It's a good day in the east bay
It's a good day in the east bay
It's a good day in the east bay
It's a good day in the east bay
Cali be gettin to hot, to fuck wit these brauds,
And then deal with all of their shit
Bitches be callin me soft, cause im not with the rock,
Guess I'll show them how hard that it is
All of this business, I'm still on a shit list,
Can't wait till I don't deal with all of these ritz
Baked while bakin the bread, crumbs endin up said,
Cause this the shit that all of y'all bit
You takin heat cause you tell lies
Say you movin heavy but you sell light
Think you rick ross but you betty white
Acting like you on hell in cell night
Never go out less I'm gettin payed
This is some shit y'all never dedicate
Brain only slows when I'm gettin blazed
Still different from pussy boys who soundin the same
It's a good day in the east bay
It's a good day in the east bay
It's a good day in the east bay
It's a good day in the east bay
I come with the kit when I come with the click
Im dropin my shit like The US droppin the bombs
My rymes come acidic you need some tongs to traverse my vocabulary or you gon get sick
Fuck ona bitch that turned to a trick
That turned on a nigga shiiit
I aint gonna speak to much on that
Just know that when I got the red dot its aimed at yo cap
No cap I'll clutch and kill half of y'all
Im a mastah don last of my kind like a mastadon
Fresh out the game like a patawon
I hittem with the force of a god
On god when I'm ridin with my dogs
Expect the full force of the pack
And if you get caugh up you aint never comin back and thats a wrap
I just chase the bag nigga I need that
Why you suckas riding with some knee pads
Im a shoot my shot naw not half ass
Some chaps be lying bout they fast track
Get the fuck out the bay wit yo fake pass
Cos I know you hipsters can take Amtrak
Take the train back or it's havoc
Not bart that's
That's my train
Blaze in the back
Take a hit for the frame
Cos I know all eyes on me
How you gon meet a nigga wit disdain
If it ain't bout dollars it don't make sense
Baby look a buck and I don't need lense
2020 vision
Yeah I feel the fission
pockets rep the city
Rich is lookin pretty
It's a good day in the east bay
It's a good day in the east bay
It's a good day in the east bay
It's a good day in the east bay
Cali be gettin to hot, to fuck wit these brauds,
And then deal with all of their shit
Bitches be callin me soft, cause im not with the rock,
Guess I'll show them how hard that it is
All of this business, I'm still on a shit list,
Can't wait till I don't deal with all of these ritz
Baked while bakin the bread, crumbs endin up said,
Cause this the shit that all of y'all bit
You takin heat cause you tell lies
Say you movin heavy but you sell light
Think you rick ross but you betty white
Acting like you on hell in cell night
Never go out less I'm gettin payed
This is some shit y'all never dedicate
Brain only slows when I'm gettin blazed
Still different from pussy boys who soundin the same
It's a good day in the east bay
It's a good day in the east bay
It's a good day in the east bay
It's a good day in the east bay
I come with the kit when I come with the click
Im dropin my shit like The US droppin the bombs
My rymes come acidic you need some tongs to traverse my vocabulary or you gon get sick
Fuck ona bitch that turned to a trick
That turned on a nigga shiiit
I aint gonna speak to much on that
Just know that when I got the red dot its aimed at yo cap
No cap I'll clutch and kill half of y'all
Im a mastah don last of my kind like a mastadon
Fresh out the game like a patawon
I hittem with the force of a god
On god when I'm ridin with my dogs
Expect the full force of the pack
And if you get caugh up you aint never comin back and thats a wrap
Credits
Writer(s): Gavilan Gordon-chavez
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