Credits
Lyrics
So Yall dont want to pick up huh
Oh Oh Okay its like that huh
Let me ash this out
Umhmm
That's the good weed (uh)
Call me crazy
But I feel like the whole importance for me to win
Is to make up for the 80's
Call me crazy
Moms hid us away so the culture that I love
Had to come a new way
We was bumping Sade
While auntie drinkin Chardonnay
Love how the sun still hitting my face
Takin long trips down to Inglewood every Friday
Wouldn't leave til late Monday
On 81st eating Jumbo shrimp from Big Reds
Young **** walking the streets of Van Ness
And yes stayed getting pressed
Mama so paranoid I had to protect
She from Compton so her journey was a mess
Pero no sweat
Evolution is key when you on deck
But man that was decades ago
When a young **** sprout
Is he ready to grow
Please
You **** ain't fucking with me
Call me Paul George way a **** line up the 3
I know I tend to drift off track
But I can never let my homies all know
That I picks up the slack
I mean
Greatness in my genes
I mean
Son of a King
I mean
30 cents and a Dream
Gas tank empty like I'm still 19
Screaming fuck the free world
That's the daily routine
Every time I spit I gotta paint y'all a scene
So riddle me this
Don't be a bitch when your time is up
Only reason that you here is to level up
Do you feel me
We in the buildin
ROA
Magic pass Coming to you on a fast break
Every second that get is a long day
Call me crazy
You only win when you set the pace
Keep up (Yeah)
(Respect yourself)
Top shelf to floor
Upscale uptown yeah
ROA **** ha
Hoover and Clinton heights homie ah
Don't be a bitch
Written by: Luther R Bell Jr
