Yeah, I'm from the rubble to them crenshaw's

And them sin cities, I can flip a 8th-side ways to keep it 50-50

Cut the middleman under stove lights where the shit gets shifty

This shit ain't stopp, bangin' in the rocks, lil' bitch, you get me

I keep them widows round my way whenever shit can get iffy

Bitch, you got nine shots deep and I ain't talkin' bout 50

So when the night falls and you come outside You best believe it that this shit gon' get

sticky

Bitch, I got my own sound! Every word I write sound like it's profound!

Been actin' like I'm grown now! My bitch a cutie plus her booty bounces on

its own now! I'm smokin' so loud, runtz gon' leave you

doin' hat tricks And fuck your clique, I'll take your captain

And leave his ass capped in Shootin' at the grass, got you dancin' and

doin' back flips These pussies goin' crazy when I pack shit

Call it catnip

Alright, I step Arms to my chest, bulletproof vest

One foot behind the other, I slow dance with the tech

Alright, I'm playin' I ain't bring that shit into the studio

But I ain't no stranger reppin' sets on the down low

Bandanas tied by tri-folds, go bananas if it's pro-fold

When half your boys would usually split, I'm like ten toes

OG said, put Pep in your step, like the bottle Black mold up in my lungs, I thought I had it unlocked

Black and mild's in my roll, but it's better than rock

To live or die in citrus heights, so I'm feelin' like pac

She said she too tired, so she won't touch on my stop

Watch, stop, drop a roll when I drop heat

You ain't never been hungry in your life, not as good eats

You ain't never seen struggle, that's what kinda perplexes me

Cause you stay talkin' bout your starved city so defensively

Watch, stop, drop a roll when I drop heat

You ain't never been hungry in your life, not as good eats

You ain't never seen struggle, that's what kinda perplexes me

Cause you stay talkin' bout your starved city so defensively