Highway 5 Chronicles

Tryin' to get this motherfuckin' bag, man

You **** don't even know the half of this shit, for real

Ay, ay, ay

I done took a lot of L's, I done lost good hoes

I done fucked up the trap on fours

But I've never been a hoe, never been a hoe

Never been a hoe, never been a hoe, never been a hoe

Went broke, bounced back, bought matchin' Beamers

Sellin' Cristina, I feel like I'm dreamin'

But I've never been a hoe, never been a hoe

Never been a hoe, never been a hoe, never been a hoe

On my way to Santa Rosa, I was stressin' out bad

White bitch in my passenger, fork in the cash

Only thing on my mind was I gotta make it out

Shit wasn't really for me, I started writin' raps

'Bout the shit that I'm dealing with on daily basis

Hotel to hotels, rentals to Vegas

How I fucked up the trap, then Pleasant Hills saved me

Eight hunnid a day for two weeks, went crazy

This around the time when I copped the 650

Trunk full of Red Bottoms, pocket full of twenty's

I had a square bitch that I loved for real

But the game, I couldn't give it up for real

Got addicted to the bitches, money and calls

I never did a scam, paid cash for all

I'm him and everything I say is legit (Check)

Moving, grooving, keeping it lit (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)

What's hatnin'?

I done took a lot of L's, I done lost good hoes

I done fucked up the trap on fours

But I've never been a hoe, never been a hoe

Never been a hoe, never been a hoe, never been a hoe

Went broke, bounced back, bought matchin' Beamers

Sellin' Cristina, I feel like I'm dreamin'

But I've never been a hoe, never been a hoe

Never been a hoe, never been a hoe, never been a hoe

Woke up in the morning and made me some tea (Made me some tea)

Bought the bitch a Rollie for no damn reason (No damn reason)

Macking, it's levels to this shit

You can't just take, gotta elevate the bitch

My bitch rock Chanel and the latest Dior

Zara fieldtrips, we can hit for sure

We used to hit Benihana's four times in a week

Five-thousand dollars in my True Religion jeans

Beasting, I had a spot at the Meridian

Punk bitch keyed my car, I was tripping

Well, fuck it, I went and made that claim

I came up and repainted the whole thang

Then I bought some shoes, then hit the blade

I parked my shit outside of Mason Cafe

I'm having some thoughts

I'm thinking 'bout the game

And how shit prolly ain't gon' ever be the same

I done took a lot of L's, I done lost good hoes

I done fucked up off the trap on fours

But I've never been a hoe, never been a hoe

Never been a hoe, never been a hoe, never been a hoe

Went broke, bounced back, bought matchin' Beamers

Sellin' Cristina, I feel like I'm dreamin'

But I've never been a hoe, never been a hoe

Never been a hoe, never been a hoe, never been a hoe

Man

And bitch, I can't make this shit up, fuck you mean?

You know I'm sayin'?

Every real **** gon' feel this, off top

And shout out to them real bitches too, straight up

Numbers

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Good job

Cardo, what's hatnin?

Cruise USA

Straight to that bag