I'll read you a bedtime story, you can get your ass tucked in

Walking down Wilmington, my bandanna tucked in

Shooting out the window at my enemies, like fuck them

Empty out the clip then I'm hopping on that 110

Freeway, that i10 freeway

To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway

Get your fucking body tossed off that freeway

Only Cali **** with a beard like Freeway

Well James Harden too, but you know where he stay

Where my heat stay, chop a **** like a cheesecake over these gates

It's the projects, Pyrex for them objects, move waste so I flex

Lord of the Rings, told them text for them high bets

God bless the P9, stretch them **** here today

Gone tomorrow, etch-a-sketch them ****

18th streets to the grapes

**** catching bodies over Jordan 5 grapes

Is it worth it? Yeah when you born worthless

Catch the bus to Beverly Hills and snatch purses

Preachers calling serpents when they worship, so it's us against them

Let the steam hit the skin when that pot working

From random tears to chandeliers

Pouring 40s for my peers, but my enemies

I'll read you a bedtime story, you can get your ass tucked in

Walking down Wilmington, my bandanna tucked in

Shooting out the window at my enemies, like fuck them

Empty out the clip then I'm hopping on that 110

Freeway, that i10 freeway

To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway

Now I'm on that 105 freeway

Heading to that 710 freeway

Chickens on the move, **** it's a relay

I got them unmarked bills in that briefcase with that new face in that blue tape

Throwing Wingstop up out my window

You don't like my flow, I guess it's time to switch the tempo

I can pull a model bitch inside of Bento, fresh as Mentos

Where you get them Js? Jordan sent those

Got my Glock cocked 'case a **** think he fit those

Then his shit blow like it's endo, over them custom kicks though

Hot then cold, hot chain then froze, but it's play to end goal

Riding round in those

Red Octobers in July, got 'em, you lie, you ran puddles

Peyton Manning with the cannon, **** no huddle

Noah butter, when you the king of the square, it's no trouble

When the city love you but them haters ****

I'll read you a bedtime story, you can get your ass tucked in

Walking down Wilmington, my bandanna tucked in

Shooting out the window at my enemies, like fuck them

Empty out the clip then I'm hopping on that 110

Freeway, that i10 freeway

To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway