First Day Back

I just came from Cali, still got Kush up in my lungs
Off the drank, wake up the next morning, still be high as fuck
Damn I miss the city, it ain't none like Dirty Mud
I was trippin' first night back for real, Rado pass the gun
Rob a nigga and record it, get some paper off extortion
I ain't no pretty nigga, bitches fuck cause I got motion
They love the way I kick my pimpin', I don't sugarcoat it
Green Taurus, and a Glock .40, both them fully loaded
Corner store, out in Compton, we was smoking on that pack
On my way to LAX, I dragged the curb and almost crashed
Smoke a blunt up in the mountains, lately I've been livin' fast
My bitches on the Southside texting me like, "where you at?," I'm in that mode
These niggas be fake for real, they cap on that, they get exposed
I thought you was my brother, how you do that to your own
Can't trust no nigga you call your dawg, they'll cross you up, write that in stone
One of the realest in this shit, no I won't break and I won't fold

Cruise control, on my way back to the city
Back to back, I'm smoking Orange Thunder, this shit really hittin'
Can't get caught up in no situation, Vic had brought his glizzy
State-to-state, to-state-to-state-to-state
It ain't on me, this shit in me
Pink just texted me, he in that jam, 1941
Said he doing good, "what's yo cashapp?," Imma send you some
Keep it real with all the realest, probably why they show me love
Keep my circle small, 'cause most these niggas end up switching up
Lil' cuz, say he off a perk, he tryna shoot shit up
Get up out the streets, if you a crash, boy you dumb as fuck
Stay up out the way and get your bread, it's time to level up
Stay up out the way, one in the head, I do it just because

I just came from Cali, still got Kush up in my lungs
Off the drank, wake up the next morning, still be high as fuck
Damn I miss the city, it ain't none like Dirty Mud
I was trippin' first night back for real, Rado pass the gun
Rob a nigga and record it, get some paper off extortion
I ain't no pretty nigga, bitches fuck cause I got motion
They love the way I kick my pimpin', I don't sugarcoat it
Green Taurus, and a Glock 40, both them fully loaded
Corner store, out in Compton, we was smoking on that pack
On my way to LAX, I dragged the curb and almost crashed
Smoke a blunt up in the mountains, lately I've been livin' fast
My bitches on the Southside texting me like, "where you at?," I'm in that mode
These niggas be fake for real, they cap on that, they get exposed
I thought you was my brother, how you do that to your own
Can't trust no nigga you call your dawg, they'll cross you up, write that in stone
One of the realest in this shit, no I won't break and I won't fold