Hella Intro (feat. Dante Pelayo)

Hey, I'm bout to shake to the studio
Make sure that damn dog don't get out
We live in the Ghost Coast
Where water flows and sun is toast
Where redundant motherfuckers get irate
So gone, then tend to ascend to heavens states
So high off this tree we smoke and dilate, our pupils
Witnessing bad bitches as knock out queens
Hitting you with that sucker punch
They come in many flavors for a king
So we, conquer dreams and watch them flow in abundance
We do and don't talk much, divine life
Living in the land of no love
Government, fucking us over like slave masters
We be the children of whipped backs
As laws enforced us to be illiterate
They get mad when we turn out intelligent thugs
Just like them
Master mind Rocca with melanin skin
Over stand the mission
Don't get trapped in the system
Royal one you shall become
Fuck going dumb, become someone
Rise above to salute, when you on top
Don't stop til you are the creator of your crop
Make guap, like drugs and high cotton
Protect your neck as guns stay popping
In the hood, kush twister, with phenomenal style
Living life, insisting nothing but the best
In the best we invest, stacking chips is no test
We on it, dollars pesos, yin
We world wide domination, never a trend
Game tight, living that yay life
Cause life isn't guaranteed
Check the breeze, Dreda Dre
South Lake to the bay
East west north south, tell em what you say
As truth spitters, tell em how it's done
Cause truth stays in our blunts, where the fuck you from
This life is chronic, never mind being hella dope
Toke and revolutionize your soul with this
Hella Hope



Credits
Writer(s): Dre Dreda
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