Oakland

Old school Cali ninety five mack ten
Hit the road all I need is a place to put the stash in
And they show they hand
I don't need a friend

I told Jai roll a Fronto
We get to it like everyday so so
I know some niggas hate
That's what they supposed to do
Like what they gone do
I would to if I was in they position
I was depressed and felt nobody would listen
Like fuck a counselor
Hop up in the booth and speak my truth
Like imma liar
Neighborhood supplier
Know the junkies
Throw a three on the one
Give em a nosebleed
I had nothing
Couldn't find no one to love me
Now they love me
Sporadically I think about the past and get blazed
With nothing to say
Pokerface aye
These niggas playing catch up
They ain't caught the pace yet
I'm rocking two gold chains like Shabba Ranks yea
I'm trying to stack my paper up like skyscrapers
Ran all out of favors
And I'm on the way up
I ain't goin down like ever
If you didn't know
If you must know

Old school Cali ninety five mack ten
Hit the road all I need is a place to put the stash in
And they show they hand
I don't need a friend
Old school Cali ninety five mack ten
Hit the road all I need is a place to put the stash in
And they show they hand
I don't need a friend

I don't need a friend
I been too busy counting these racks
These dividends
Got me living comfortably in these designer kicks
I ain't never heard of these niggas bro who they is
I just heard the opps outside it's time to spin again
We shoot buckets
Look at the score they know we up
Told baby girl if she ain't fucking
She gotta pack all her shit up
She got so mad when the lyft come
Told her that she gotta get up
We turn the mags to drums
So when we thump they feel us
Bro got a stick on his hip, a stick in his whip
You jump, get lit up
When I be with yo bitch
She be on my dick
She really wanna come with us
And I tell her she can
You her man
Well she don't give a damn
When she with me she my number one fan
She don't love you cause you ain't getting bands
You in trouble cause I take her wherever she wanna go
And you just tell her you can't
Smoking on bubba
I grind that shit up and throw it in a blunt now it's back to the plan
Remember when Chuckk was the only nigga
That I knew with a tool now we got em on hand
Remember at lunch when we poured up that deuce
Can't believe that shit had came out the can
Remember I had that shit without no juice
Told myself I'll never do it again
Pop a perky
Wash it down wit some Goose
I'm just hoping that this shit ain't the end
Cause I ain't done yet
And my mama can go get whatever she wish
For staying patient
I know that raising me wasn't the easiest shit
But I swear to God that I'm grateful
Couple more days I'm putting yo ass in a Bentley
Hoping that show that I'm thankful
Might go to church forgive all my sins
Trying not to bend
The devil can't break me
We get under they skin
I see them niggas talking shit with they friends
Why do it hurt you whenever we win
Told em it'd be like this from the begin
Now they all know If I said it I meant it

Old school Cali ninety five mack ten
Hit the road all I need is a place to put the stash in
And they show they hand
I don't need a friend
Old school Cali ninety five mack ten
Hit the road all I need is a place to put the stash in
And they show they hand
I don't need a friend