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Yeah, yeah, yeah, blue jeans, Air Ones and a white tee '06 hangin' out the window like, yee Hyphy on one, off a bottle might be, my tree Smokin Agent Orange, Hi-C Back when me and Marty was recordin' at my Mom's Most of y'all were chasin' around bops Always in the lab, only hoping that my job Never would be based around mops now I'm on Yeah, she know; love me cause my ego Girls and the drugs always follow us where we go Ay, where the bay at!? Shouts out to Jay Ant Lookin' for the party girls, let me know where they at Skinny rich girls always askin where the yay at Throw a house party like cool, where you stay at? Turn upside down, let her twerk on the wall Took her to the bathroom and did work in the stall They used to tell me couldn't go too far alone (far alone) They used to always say I couldn't go too far alone (far alone) But now I'm here, bitch But now I'm here, bitch (G-Eazy, let E-Feezy tell his story!) But now I'm here, bitch It ain't funny what I've been through Your enemy can be some kin to you I started off hella broke Hung around people that's older than me, took notes Momma worked three jobs on the weekends Used to help her wash the walls at Mare island In Vallejo naval houses Havin' a roof over my head was my allowance The oldest of four, young adults Surrounded by grief, big dreams and hope They hated and they doubted How did you take it? Took it with a grain of salt I wanted it badly, they couldn't stop me, Indie Erry label wanted to sign me Grew up on Short and Freddie B (Who else?) Magic Mike and Calvin T They used to tell me I couldn't go too far alone (far alone) They used to always say I couldn't go too far alone (far alone) But now I'm here, bitch But now I'm here, bitch (Yeah) But now I'm here, bitch From the BART train to a tour bus Still the same game except I'm pulling more sluts More butts, more bucks, never giving more fucks Did it my way, I'm never taking short cuts Raised in that town like fool, who put you upon? Huh, E-40, Mac Dre is who I grew up on I'm just selling game got you if you need a coupon You can check my resume, see every beat I threw up on Smoking on grapes, rollin up swishers, no papes Back of the Ghost, closed drapes I'm a boss tycoon Girls in the crowd all swoon Super high, I'm off to the moon And I vanished with your girl then I took her to my room She wants me to slay okay, that means doom Boom, and it's to be expected Knew this would happen as soon as she texted They used to tell me I couldn't go too far alone (far alone) They used to always say I couldn't go too far alone (far alone) But now I'm here, bitch But now I'm here, bitch (But now I'm here, bitch) (But now I'm here, bitch) (But now I'm here, bitch) No you'll never gonna make this far No you'll never gonna make this far
Writer(s): Jay A Fort, Gerald Gillum, Christoph Reiner Andersson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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