H-1 (Westbound)

I don't discriminate anybody cause of who they believe in Long as it got you moving and generating momentum I figure some people really need a reason Honestly I'm in love with the Island that I was raised Where all we know is the summer stay in season Spread aloha and never spread diseases Shout to the homey from Waianae cause I believe this Every day is a hustle my people come out the struggle It's love like someone hit me with a arrow Get it out the mud, like I been digging up the taro Homies tell me cuz, you bout to put us on the map And I don't strum a Uke, The Uce do it with his raps How I do it for years and I still sound relevant Young, Fly, Polynesian and so intelligent Far as dope? we chose to be it over selling it But it's nothing to hit the block, reup and get to the spot When I touch down see me on that H-1 West bound and dipping across town Free the real, let the devil have the fake ones Spread love my people on top now When I touch down see me on that H-1 West bound and dipping across town Free the real, let the devil have the fake ones Spread love my people on top now Boy I was raised in the mix, by the 76 My family know the bricks, couldn't tell you the liqs From Farrington and jade to salt lake we thick I probably know your plug, I burnt dank and dipped We chase money, no more vienna and popping tuna cans Or tryna feed the Ohana with manapua vans From Yokohama to Ala Moana, cashed out Hit like the bombest of marijuana, passed out I'm here to let my poly people understand They turned our culture to a business it's a plan It's time I see my aunty finally get a piece And see my uncle give up the poison and leave the streets In this world, money ain't a villain boy its a tool So get it how you get it, without it you never move Turn it into something and spread it among the crew Buy the land back and when you do, just know that When I touch down see me on that H-1 West bound and dipping across town Free the real, let the devil have the fake ones Spread love my people on top now When I touch down see me on that H-1 West bound and dipping across town Free the real, let the devil have the fake ones Spread love my people on top now