Bay Shit (Bass Extended)
Damn shit done changed
I'm in the bay from LA
(It's been too long) lemme tell you when I say
I love repping where i stay
(Man I'm from the)
Aye Gish yea he fasholy did
So I'ma keep it lit
Was writing this and heard skrrt right across the street
I was outside in 2020 what's a quarantine
Kickin back with a certified gangsta lean
Make ya head bounce
When ya let do my thang
I gets wicked when we kick it (You know)
The feelings right
It's outta site
We takin off tonight
Closest thing to a star when we ride
The bucket sittin low but trust we getting high
Nowhere to go but fuck it we outside
Oakland the East man this is my pride
And I shall devour any issues that may arise
I'll tap two times then poof not here goodbye
You don't know how we do it aloof, you shouldn't shy
Around here, we made the clowns here change their mind
You can't take too much smoke stalling
You rollin down windows we tryna baseball it
We tryna pass it, you in the backseat coughing
Good Lord (My Heart) I think we lost em
We just don't goo up we get down
I been chillin in LA but I'm back in the town
Lemme tell you when I say
I love reppin where I stay (Huhh)
Man I'm from the town
We don't just goo up we get down
I been chillin in LA but yk when I'm around
Lemme tell you when I say
I love reppin where I stay (Huhh)
Bitch I'm from the bay
Lemme tell you how we rockin
This not nat geodude
Learned this shit in the street
We ain't just read it in school
All this money to be made
What's a life if you don't shine
I've been primed to takeoff
Since the tender age of five
That's on my momma, she raised me to be like this
She did it on her own
You ask, she don't need shit
I swear we grew up too fast, it don't seem legit
Like you leave the house too fast, the fit ain't a fit
And you thinkin you ready but you don't know what's in store
Hunger pangs stay preachin
Hand you a plate you said more
Took a few rips sat back and reminisced
Days passed
The remnants of past days poppin up on Mac blast
The highs the lows remember when it gets bad that
They'll be better days so we stay on track
And when you reach it remember who told ya, PG
This Pure Gangsta baby
Use your mind or just be a soldier
Aye I'm tryna keep my composure but you fuckin up
Don't know bout me (Huh) bitch you must not know enough (Hmph)
Bitch you must not know wsp
There's nothin to it but to do it
Moms told me that
Pen in my hand writing history makin dreams a fact
I'm in the bay from LA
(It's been too long) lemme tell you when I say
I love repping where i stay
(Man I'm from the)
Aye Gish yea he fasholy did
So I'ma keep it lit
Was writing this and heard skrrt right across the street
I was outside in 2020 what's a quarantine
Kickin back with a certified gangsta lean
Make ya head bounce
When ya let do my thang
I gets wicked when we kick it (You know)
The feelings right
It's outta site
We takin off tonight
Closest thing to a star when we ride
The bucket sittin low but trust we getting high
Nowhere to go but fuck it we outside
Oakland the East man this is my pride
And I shall devour any issues that may arise
I'll tap two times then poof not here goodbye
You don't know how we do it aloof, you shouldn't shy
Around here, we made the clowns here change their mind
You can't take too much smoke stalling
You rollin down windows we tryna baseball it
We tryna pass it, you in the backseat coughing
Good Lord (My Heart) I think we lost em
We just don't goo up we get down
I been chillin in LA but I'm back in the town
Lemme tell you when I say
I love reppin where I stay (Huhh)
Man I'm from the town
We don't just goo up we get down
I been chillin in LA but yk when I'm around
Lemme tell you when I say
I love reppin where I stay (Huhh)
Bitch I'm from the bay
Lemme tell you how we rockin
This not nat geodude
Learned this shit in the street
We ain't just read it in school
All this money to be made
What's a life if you don't shine
I've been primed to takeoff
Since the tender age of five
That's on my momma, she raised me to be like this
She did it on her own
You ask, she don't need shit
I swear we grew up too fast, it don't seem legit
Like you leave the house too fast, the fit ain't a fit
And you thinkin you ready but you don't know what's in store
Hunger pangs stay preachin
Hand you a plate you said more
Took a few rips sat back and reminisced
Days passed
The remnants of past days poppin up on Mac blast
The highs the lows remember when it gets bad that
They'll be better days so we stay on track
And when you reach it remember who told ya, PG
This Pure Gangsta baby
Use your mind or just be a soldier
Aye I'm tryna keep my composure but you fuckin up
Don't know bout me (Huh) bitch you must not know enough (Hmph)
Bitch you must not know wsp
There's nothin to it but to do it
Moms told me that
Pen in my hand writing history makin dreams a fact
Credits
Writer(s): Amir Williams
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