4La

Read this, who you gonna call when you need this? Stab me in the back, who you think I'm finna bleed with? G shit, I might go and take over the beaches Yeah, you ride waves, now you wonder why you seasick Regis, I just keep on running and running You gon' make the underdog, start huffing and puffing All that blood is for nothing, but now the blood isn't rushing I'll make a couple of bitches, feel like a couple of dozen Because I'm that man I ain't really been in touch, it's a lap dance This a warzone, but this shit my last stand 19, with Corona like I'm Batman Fuck a cat scan Yeah Drop outta school shit Candy on a blue tint You can follow Blues Clues, I just got my blueprint You could do the old school, I'll stay on my new shit Honesty is dangerous, depending how you use it Lucid All that go inside of my dreams You could try to get a trade, but you not on my team I ain't into making homies if I gotta compete And I ain't boutta say shit that I gotta repeat, aye Too fucked up for LA Said I need a range and a wraith Everything it hang in my face, anyway Do it for the fame or the pay I ain't boutta change for LA, cuz I'm Too fucked up for LA Said I need a range and a wraith Everything it hang in my face, anyway Do it for the fame or the pay I ain't boutta change for LA Practice Say you got lines, on a catfish Shawty want a ring, I been busy doing backflips Bad bitch I don't need a hook if imma catch this Flip over the mattress, then action Roll the clip Mixing and mixing, I think my vision distorted I'm finna get em committed before I get em recorded I'll throw a dish in the kitchen, but never get on the floor and Like man I wish you was kidding, you better fucking abort it Got 20 hoes, in my Tahoe Sideline, blowing smoke with Alonzo I can see it raining money from the poncho Rave girls, rage on, like Rondo And I ain't give a shit Test you, I ain't playing guess who Who you wanna play, always end up with the best 2 I ain't hit the gas until I felt like I was pressed to I ain't pressing buttons like I thought it would impress you, yes you Aye But I ain't paid yet All my shit is getting paid, with a rain check Every single promise that I managed not to break yet Money talks, mine, telling you to say less Too fucked up for LA Said I need a range and a wraith Everything it hang in my face, anyway Do it for the fame or the pay I ain't boutta change for LA, cuz I'm Too fucked up for LA Said I need a range and a wraith Everything it hang in my face, anyway Do it for the fame or the pay I ain't boutta change for LA