PALO ALTO
These rappers movin' funny, politickin' like the government
I'm about my money I don't talk just for the fuck of it
Seen em out in public he was nervous actin' sus and shit
Show that bitch a vibe she fuck around & fell in love with it
No way
We was up on Russett smokin' every day
Hit the Walgreen's for some swishers Raymond Rd & Whitney Way
Know my homie good to roll one other day he hit a stain
When you coming from the bottom really ain't no other way
Fire raining from the sky
Apocalypse is coming
Packing up my ak47 and I'm going hunting
Kill the population
Take a stand against the nation
Break out of the simulation
Murder is my meditation
I need medication
Can't control my thoughts sedate me
In the whip pushing 180
Fucked up past the point of functioning
No you can not persuade me
I'm gon' crash that fucking shit and all my Haters can come grieve me
Find me splattered on that fucking windshield if you don't believe me
Chilling in space telling em I ain't got time to waste
Tell me to wait but I wanna blow up right away
Living in angst think about death like twice a day
Sipping on drank thinking I'm smoking my life away
Making assumptions, came to ya function making em jump
Safe to assume they spreading fake love
because back in the day it was hate or nothing
If this is a race everyday I'm running
I don't hear shit cuz the beats stay bumping
You stuck in the same place straight bumming
Sacrificed everything you gave up nothing
I don't know why they try
I got demons in my head and they just wanna get high
Shorty dressing up but keep a gun on her thigh
Last year wanted to fuck with you, but now it's nevermind
Homie they just hating, don't let them slow up your grind
Shorty like it when I, uh, grab her neck and jump behind
I know they only gon come around once I start to shine
I had to stay down, this ain't happen overnight
Fuck what you think and who you claim
Don't be pretending that we built the same
I am a boss and you pussies is lame
I do this for me screaming fuck all the fame
Giving out game ain't need no cheat code
I be chilling wit yo crush make her deep throat
I hit the jackpot ain't need a casino
Stay on some mob shit call me Gambino
Goddamn
Why you worried what I'm on mothafucka
Maybe cuz you know like killjoy never been another
Shorty know that imma break her heart call me Shawn Michaels
Imma still give her that D and make her my X lover
I'm about my money I don't talk just for the fuck of it
Seen em out in public he was nervous actin' sus and shit
Show that bitch a vibe she fuck around & fell in love with it
No way
We was up on Russett smokin' every day
Hit the Walgreen's for some swishers Raymond Rd & Whitney Way
Know my homie good to roll one other day he hit a stain
When you coming from the bottom really ain't no other way
Fire raining from the sky
Apocalypse is coming
Packing up my ak47 and I'm going hunting
Kill the population
Take a stand against the nation
Break out of the simulation
Murder is my meditation
I need medication
Can't control my thoughts sedate me
In the whip pushing 180
Fucked up past the point of functioning
No you can not persuade me
I'm gon' crash that fucking shit and all my Haters can come grieve me
Find me splattered on that fucking windshield if you don't believe me
Chilling in space telling em I ain't got time to waste
Tell me to wait but I wanna blow up right away
Living in angst think about death like twice a day
Sipping on drank thinking I'm smoking my life away
Making assumptions, came to ya function making em jump
Safe to assume they spreading fake love
because back in the day it was hate or nothing
If this is a race everyday I'm running
I don't hear shit cuz the beats stay bumping
You stuck in the same place straight bumming
Sacrificed everything you gave up nothing
I don't know why they try
I got demons in my head and they just wanna get high
Shorty dressing up but keep a gun on her thigh
Last year wanted to fuck with you, but now it's nevermind
Homie they just hating, don't let them slow up your grind
Shorty like it when I, uh, grab her neck and jump behind
I know they only gon come around once I start to shine
I had to stay down, this ain't happen overnight
Fuck what you think and who you claim
Don't be pretending that we built the same
I am a boss and you pussies is lame
I do this for me screaming fuck all the fame
Giving out game ain't need no cheat code
I be chilling wit yo crush make her deep throat
I hit the jackpot ain't need a casino
Stay on some mob shit call me Gambino
Goddamn
Why you worried what I'm on mothafucka
Maybe cuz you know like killjoy never been another
Shorty know that imma break her heart call me Shawn Michaels
Imma still give her that D and make her my X lover
Credits
Writer(s): Henry Maysack
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