Hawthorne, CA
2023 I done seen I could have it all
New year, new opportunities for me to ball
I just had a dream about '24
Less hoes and more growth and new motorsports
Every step I take I know my ancestors celebrate
New checks and new dreams and new corporations
Promise I won't ever sell my soul to satan
Lord knows it's way too many blessings to be faking
I just closed another deal we should take a flight to Vegas
Put 2,000 on the black table
Betting on my self, no I don't believe in fables
Only my experiences, I know what I've been through
When this life over, yeah I know I'ma pay dues
Reaping what I sew but I gots to see it straight through
I ain't from Los Angeles, LA dudes hate me
Just a kid from Hawthorne, but LA raised me
Had to put my city on, I can't do the fake beef
Grown ass men throwing shade tryna fade me
Calling me a sellout because I tried to monetize
Started off just like them so why they hating?
Guess I'll never get the answers that I seek
But I'm too grown to let some envy exterminate my peace
Run them digits up I need income for centuries
Turn my music up I just concentrate on me
Every time they called me crazy I just put the work in
Now they got a real reason to hate me cause it's working
Heard them little boys turned to scamming for some Birkin
Should've took some notes from me, guess they ain't learn shit, tss
Still ain't made a thousand in a day but I seen 400
Can't complain because I used to make a quarter of it
It's young millionaires my age I know I can't stop
Setting new goals, pray I make it to the top
I'm looking at the ocean at the moment
Think it's three in the morning, I ain't even notice
I don't got no reservation at no Mastro's but I am a maestro
Since I was a youngin' straight bag hoes
Can't tell if it's this Chanel or my baggy clothes
All I know is I be rolling down my windows
Cruising down Hawthorne Blvd to Del Amo
Passenger princess telling me te amo
I don't know about that, but we could fuck around though
Hit you with this 1-2, but fuck giving handouts
It's common knowledge Memo ain't no trick, so what she on about?
Intuition telling me that she just want the clout
Just cause I dropped out of college don't mean I ain't got knowledge
All yo presence do is cause blockage
Plus I get the feeling you's an alcoholic
Today's the day I realize it's time to drop it (OCEAN SOUNDS)
New year, new opportunities for me to ball
I just had a dream about '24
Less hoes and more growth and new motorsports
Every step I take I know my ancestors celebrate
New checks and new dreams and new corporations
Promise I won't ever sell my soul to satan
Lord knows it's way too many blessings to be faking
I just closed another deal we should take a flight to Vegas
Put 2,000 on the black table
Betting on my self, no I don't believe in fables
Only my experiences, I know what I've been through
When this life over, yeah I know I'ma pay dues
Reaping what I sew but I gots to see it straight through
I ain't from Los Angeles, LA dudes hate me
Just a kid from Hawthorne, but LA raised me
Had to put my city on, I can't do the fake beef
Grown ass men throwing shade tryna fade me
Calling me a sellout because I tried to monetize
Started off just like them so why they hating?
Guess I'll never get the answers that I seek
But I'm too grown to let some envy exterminate my peace
Run them digits up I need income for centuries
Turn my music up I just concentrate on me
Every time they called me crazy I just put the work in
Now they got a real reason to hate me cause it's working
Heard them little boys turned to scamming for some Birkin
Should've took some notes from me, guess they ain't learn shit, tss
Still ain't made a thousand in a day but I seen 400
Can't complain because I used to make a quarter of it
It's young millionaires my age I know I can't stop
Setting new goals, pray I make it to the top
I'm looking at the ocean at the moment
Think it's three in the morning, I ain't even notice
I don't got no reservation at no Mastro's but I am a maestro
Since I was a youngin' straight bag hoes
Can't tell if it's this Chanel or my baggy clothes
All I know is I be rolling down my windows
Cruising down Hawthorne Blvd to Del Amo
Passenger princess telling me te amo
I don't know about that, but we could fuck around though
Hit you with this 1-2, but fuck giving handouts
It's common knowledge Memo ain't no trick, so what she on about?
Intuition telling me that she just want the clout
Just cause I dropped out of college don't mean I ain't got knowledge
All yo presence do is cause blockage
Plus I get the feeling you's an alcoholic
Today's the day I realize it's time to drop it (OCEAN SOUNDS)
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Writer(s): Guillermo Galindo Jr
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