Kickin Back Being Blue

I'm just kickin' back being blue

California ryda shit, homie, from the land of the true

Palm trees, bomb weed, and blocks with the long heat

I came from the era of the long socks to the knees

Posted on the corner in front of the marketa

Holdin' on a brown bag, sippin on cerveza

Stress out to them haters, only people in my rearview

They whisperin' like bitches, but honestly don't hear you

Anyone I fear who could take me out the place of me

Only with myself and not the mente of a champion

And I stand up big, born to ball and I stand tall

Breakin' through like Marshawn Lynch when they handoff

One man standoff, go against the whole game

Mentally insane to the brain, I'm like cocaine

To the feelings of the world, lyrically I blow brains

Hopin' if I die, fast death not slow pain

Did I leave enough material to the game?

Evolution of a G just tryna make a change

Dedicated to the homies run around me saying

Used to only talk about homies poppin' thangs

Now I'm tryna teach a brown how to stack like stack his change

Didn't have shit as a kid now I got some things

Ask myself, what will be my legacy?

And what about the future's destiny?

Still, shout to the homies rest in peace

Sad youngsters brainwashed, coast to coast from west to east

Praying, "Dear Lord, can you please bless the streets?"

I don't blame my homies breakin' laws 'cause they gotta eat

And the kids hungry, it's hard to make money

Grumbling tummies, I mean this shit is not funny

My homie wicked, he shot a hura in the face

And these cops are killing youngsters just because of their a race

For a little dope money in the fast life take

Fools will sell their soul to Satan just to get to a better a place

I'm asking, "Lord, can you hear me?"

I'm really trying to make a change

I'm asking "Lord, can you steer me?"

And guide the future all the same

Thanks for the responsibility, these youngsters growing up the same

I used to be proud of it now I'm sad that he got in the game

Bullets rang, homies bang on the side I'm from

California lifestyle, homies on the run

Trying to change the game up with this evolution

Seeing things perfect with the clear resolution

I'm just kickin' back being blue, I'm just kickin' back being blue

I'm just kickin' back, kickin' back, kickin' back, kickin' back being blue

(West Coast, California, from the land of the true)

I'm just kickin' back being blue, still representin' for my side, homie, thought that you knew

West Coast Cali king, so I'm in royal blue

Fools still wanting my spot, tryna be royal too

These are the life and times of a young criminal

Used to jack fools prolly, why they tryna jack my style?

Before the kick, clap, and bass was just click-clack, pow

Take a puff, blow clouds, things are so different now

But I'm thankful, five jars filled with dank, fool

I never knew when you make it so many people would hate you

But I'm built for it, sad that the homies still warring

But sorry is the very last thing I feel for 'em

We all make our own choices, all our own men, all have our own voices

So I'm thinking since you kill for them Lincolns, people lie, steal, and cheat just to stack Ben Franklins

Brainwashed from the ways that life's taught

You lose your life over a side that them whites brought

Green over all the rest with a nice thought

I'm tryna own my own land over a nice plot

But it ain't just gonna happen, I'm talking late night,s no sleep in the studio

Hustlin', rappin', shootin' my own videos, tryna get it crackin'

Ask about this Latin rap shit, why they call me the assassin

Snoop Dogg, Warren G, Battlecat all co-signed

Now I'm goin' in for the shine like a gold mine

And I ain't gonna let no one hold me back

One of the sickest on the track since maniac in black

And if you didn't know, that was my first solo track

On a come up with Capone earned my very first plaque

But I'm still full of hunger tryna bring the game back

Seems like the perfect time, and how they can't take that

The homie loco told me little homie reppin' bang that

So real from the quarter I'ma give the game that

All that old shit and old days, braggin' 'bout AKs

Homies going to jail, I mean this shit's been played

I got a message to the youth, go and get paid

Get a education, make a difference, time to make a change

I got a message to the youth, go and get paid

Get a education, make a difference, time to come up

Bullets rang, homies bang on the side I'm from

California lifestyle, homies on the run

Trying to change the game up with this evolution

Seeing things perfect with the clear resolution

I'm just kickin' back being blue, I'm just kickin' back being blue

I'm just kickin' back, kickin' back, kickin' back, kickin' back being blue

(West Coast, California, from the land of the true)