California

Red Bottoms for my bitch
I don't rock designer
Blue chucks
Dickie fit
Smoking marijuana
Missed call from ya bitch, Ima keep declining
Rap niggas lil kids I don't fk with minors
No watch got rich it was perfect timing
Record label contracts, I would never sign em
Independent black man, With a big plan
See through you pussy nz like the cat scan
Hopping out the whip in all black like I'm batman
Rappers gotta dig they next track out the trashcan
I don't trust nobody
Most of ya'll fake as hell
Gotta pay my cousin back
Lost a pack in the mail20 stacks for my lawyer
I ain't bout to go to jail
Flow so heaven sent I ain't bout to go to hell
Streets going in a dought
I don't got the dope to sell
Sit back and think about it
While a nigga smoke a L
Have you ever spent ya last dollar on a weed sack
Cuz I ain't wanna be the Na asking where the weed at
Hit the trap phone for some dope, If you need that
Bout to the the hood and get rich fuck thefeedback
Money come, money go
Same thing with a hoe
Same hustle different dough
Same dro diffrent smoke
Same trap different dough
Same city different home
Same number different phone
Street nigga to the bone
All the real niggas vouch
Top floor suite
Long way from sleeping on the couch
Never got mad when my daddy kicked me out the house
I can make diamonds out of dirt, that's what I'm about
When I hit a roadblock
God told me keep goin
I was bout to quit rapping
Fans told me keep flowin
Pour me up some more potion
Everything is slow motion
Block ya main bitch number
So my girl don't notice
Winter time on my neck
You can get a cold shoulder
First class on a jet
I don't do the layovers
Team so solid we can fuck around and break boulders
Rappers better take notes
Cuz na this the takeover



Credits
Writer(s): Trejon Tucker
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