歌詞

Yea I'm running thru the whole thing this time A few years ago I made a promise to myself And just a few days ago I made a promise to my nigga Shid, we shook on it and everything Grew up on 19th Flashback summer '08, it was pretty sweet Cool wid everybody I met, shit I was bein me I be inna studio vibin', don't entertain the beef See dese niggas sitting right here Yea that's 13, years strong Playin fa keeps, no need to go deep Don't be getting us mixed up, with niggas round the way Nobody in here perfect but we found a way Anyways kush getting hard to break down, pass me that lil black grinder Took a shot of crown, cups right there in the kitchen don't gotta rinse em out Niggas fuckin wid the production say it got a sound Bold 4 ever really a movement, it'll get around Ringer turned up on loud, I know what time it is K2 pulled up on me he had a cool flip How much you think we can make, shit, we should do the math I ain't stopping till I got my feet kicked up in California Bitches love me but they love to gossip Don't entertain the problems Never had a heart for niggas causing money problems, gotta stay solid Gotta be watchful, gotta plan smarter We gone make it to the top watch us Let's meet in person, leave da drama I know the odds just see what's common Dem pocket watchers really never prosper They can just keep it silent, for real Shit, if I fail imma keep trying Dese bumps i'm never dodging Attempts beat regret that's why I gotta try it Share da profit, elevation is da only option I wish Christina from the 9th grade had gave me all that ass boy Riding round in Illinois Trunk making hella noise Keeping eyes for them folks, it's like you can't avoid em Should I ride wid it or not, you know we got choices Stuck between steady and losing it all I need to catch a flight go catch me a vibe I'm standing in yo place don't get misinformed I'd rather be happy den work at a job Put into a jam I'm reading my palm And air'n out my laundry won't get you a prize Pleased to say I care more den I ever sung it I'd rather know what's real den live in a lie I ain't stopping till I got my feet kicked up in California Let it run I ain't stopping till I got my feet kicked up in California In the area We in the area Roll another one Pearl another one I ain't stopping till I got my feet kicked up in California
Writer(s): Anthony Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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