1933 Oregon St.

I don't follow the blueprints
Making my own way through the wind
Look at the shit I already did
Imma be up as long as I live
I know lil broski got my back
He need an award he need a new plaque
Let's hit the store grab your mask grab your gat
Blah blah

I don't fuck with these hoes that's calling my phone
I had to turn it off (Turn it off turn it off)
Had some feds knocking on my door I told em I won't talk, I won't talk
(No I won't no I won't)
He gon' up a pole for me I know he got it he my dawg
(He my dawg) he my dawg
She actin like she fuck with me
But we don't talk no we don't talk enough, enough

Hop in that bitch okay
Hop in that whip okay
I needa re-up on that gas
Remember when we did the dash in that '03 accord
Got caught for some for other shit just skip court (Just skip court)
I don't owe you shit
18 Still don't fuck with you
I know you gotta notice it
Don't believe the shit you spew
You always had this fucked up mentality
You want the world to bend to your own fantasy yea yea

I don't fuck with these hoes that's calling my phone
I had to turn it off (Turn it off turn it off)
Had some feds knocking on my door
I told em I won't talk, I won't talk (No I won't no I won't)
He gon' up a pole for me I know he got it he my dawg (He my dawg) he my dawg
She actin like she fuck with me but we don't talk no we don't talk enough, enough

I ain't remember I ain't ever have shit
Growing up broke with the bad fits
Crackhouse down the street
Homocides bout every week
Don't touch me nigga
You not tough with triggers
Pop a cap in brodie don't go OD
Know he owe you but he know you
Fuck you say
Fuck you mean
Any day
A bloody scene
Oh what's up?
You got beams?
Fuck you thought this was a dream?
Pull up to your crib walk right out with yo bitch
You not a crip you not a crip
Yea you frontin all that shit