Outro
Reminisce, I'm collecting all your memories
You don't deserve to have them I have to serve you this penalty
I'm taking everything because I don't have any options
I'm just getting started going so no there ain't no stopping
Spit cold flow split your eardrums for hating
The number one way for you to stay lame is waiting
I can't stand suckas and they cannot stand greatness
So I put them in the back of my mind like cold cases
I'm gone in a minute getting on the interstate in a Honda
Happy to help you get rid of commas
It's karma, can't argue with that set off alarms
And we blasting bass, V8 crazy on the ganja
I bring the West Coast, that SoCal style
The sickest man to ever touch a rhythm wreck it and smile
I spit a rhyme that's complex, ahead of its time
You couldn't wrap your brain around the context if you tried
Well I came around the corner got stopped by the police
A gun on his hip, and he said "where you from, homie?"
I ain't tell him nothing except for the word "why?"
They had bulletproof vests as their best disguise
"We the cops" he told me
I said "yeah I know"
I can't believe they had to follow me outside of my home
I was tryna have a nice bike ride alone
This pig live for trouble now am I right or wrong?
He got mad, asked me for my name where my house at
I ain't say nothing until he snapped like a mouse trap
Damn, had to get him off of my back
So I said "Matthew Fadul, you best remember that"
You don't deserve to have them I have to serve you this penalty
I'm taking everything because I don't have any options
I'm just getting started going so no there ain't no stopping
Spit cold flow split your eardrums for hating
The number one way for you to stay lame is waiting
I can't stand suckas and they cannot stand greatness
So I put them in the back of my mind like cold cases
I'm gone in a minute getting on the interstate in a Honda
Happy to help you get rid of commas
It's karma, can't argue with that set off alarms
And we blasting bass, V8 crazy on the ganja
I bring the West Coast, that SoCal style
The sickest man to ever touch a rhythm wreck it and smile
I spit a rhyme that's complex, ahead of its time
You couldn't wrap your brain around the context if you tried
Well I came around the corner got stopped by the police
A gun on his hip, and he said "where you from, homie?"
I ain't tell him nothing except for the word "why?"
They had bulletproof vests as their best disguise
"We the cops" he told me
I said "yeah I know"
I can't believe they had to follow me outside of my home
I was tryna have a nice bike ride alone
This pig live for trouble now am I right or wrong?
He got mad, asked me for my name where my house at
I ain't say nothing until he snapped like a mouse trap
Damn, had to get him off of my back
So I said "Matthew Fadul, you best remember that"
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Fadul
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