The system is designed for you to be a part of it

Declare your independence

The Div

Pac Div (what up)

Spy Young (what up)

Big Nip (what up)

Like, I send a high five to all my homies

And a middle finger to all the police

And I bust shots at all the phonies

But if you been down from day one

You know that we be up all night like cemetery ****

If you lack our sight, you ain't a visionary ****

I check my flight on my itinerary, ****

When I say I'm fly, I meant literally ****

Independent ****, do it on my own

Cali-bred baby, so I do it for my home

Don't spend my career tryna keep up with the Joneses

Maybe in 10 years we gon' feel like the Ramones

It's on, mhm, praise the Lord

Let's hop in your Honda and get on one accord

Remember the days when we all slept on the floor

Now it's hotel suites and I can't remember my floor

So high five to all my homies

And a middle finger to all the police

And I bust shots at all the phonies

But if you been down from day one, you know

Fangs cobra, venom in the Range Rover

Currency exchange, now we bring the change over

Payola, dope, now we make quotas

Girls in my sheets, let 'em go and play toga

Take yoga, **** smoke an eighth quota

At the border dogs prolly smell the stank on us

Can't clone 'em, live then you know the script

Men on fire so we start Jim Roman shit

Scream on 'em then I let the team warn 'em

Either way it go, it feel like killer bees swarming

Won't knock a ****'s grind but I'll spill his beans for him

These **** fooling fans, they just stealing seeds for 'em

High five to all my homies

And a middle finger to all the police

And I bust shots at all the phonies

But if you been down from day one, you know, you know

Thankful to see another day

Thanking God for opportunities to come my way

Long as my people get paid, long as we grubbing straight

We tryna eat 'til we full so grab another plate

Peace signs to our supporters cause your love is great

And middle fingers to the ones who hate

Had some drama up at the label, sorry for the wait

But you know with patience comes greatness so better late

Than never, however, we been cooking up at the hideout

Scribbling using white-out just so you can vibe out

Smoke two and then ride out

Cleaning up all my wrongs, trying to take the right route

They trying to take the life out our essence

But we hold it near and dear next to

The Bible and our Smith and Wesson

Giving blessings in the form of 16s

One in the chamber, one in the head of executives fucking the game up

One in the head of Roxy for fucking the name up

One in the head of police for they criminal nature

Discriminating against my people is hatred

Infinite ways to love, my ****, let's make it

And oh yeah

High five to all my homies

And a middle finger to all the police

And I bust shots at all the phonies

But if you been down from day one, you know

High five to all my homies

And a middle finger to all the police

And I bust shots at all the phonies