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Straight outta San Francisco
- Uh, walking in the street of my hometown, wearing the golden crown
- Everybody looking at me, they think I’m a clown, but then I tell them bow down
- Hit the countdown, it’s a showdown, ding ding ding who will win?
- The man on the left is a man on a mission, he is like a god in this competition
- But he is struggling with his condition, the man on the right, rookie
- Probably gonna lose, surely, he looks mentally unstable, seen stuff hateful
- And painful, so now hes trying to turn the table, hes faithful, grateful
- He lays the first few strikes, after that, left is dead in the nights
- They run out onto Castro street, with the left dead in defeat
- The man on the right, is now the man of the street, he felt elite
- Then the sirens gave him a real treat, he hid behind the wall of concrete
- If he was in bed he would’ve wet his sheet, he escaped and was tumbling off his feet
- Few days later, he was feared, when he walked toward you, friends disappeared
- It was weird, but it seems his anger has cleared, but it just reappeared
- I tried running, but he grabbed a hold of me, told me “dont run little pussy”
- Told that bitch to let go, then I swung, he bit his tongue, then the sound of a gun
- All very sudden, he drops down screaming, me and my homies ran back and gave him a beating
- While he just laid there screaming and bleeding, the blood that was feeding me
- Still wondering to this day who the shooter was, he was pronounced as a hero
- I wish I met bro, but I lost him, hes probably at home watching brain rot, a victim
- Went strolling down downtown and say a woman got her purse stolen
- I walk by frozen, she wonders why I haven’t spoken, because I was broken
- Saw a little teenage boy acting so tough, they some wannabe thugs
- I may be white but doesn’t mean I ain’t went through it in life
- Swore I saw my uncle take some drugs, now I hate his guts
- Welcome to San Francisco, look out of your window, no snow just chaos
- Chose acting like a big boss, toss it up like an albatross, give the city its props
- Bitch i started this life myself, im straight outta san franciscooooooooo
- Bitch i started this life myself, im straight outta san franciscooooooooo
- Tomorrow in school, high school, i decided to change my schedule
- Because that fucking bitch of a teacher was talking with a mouthful
- So before I went full bull, I stood mature and left, and started to head west
- To the blessed, the principal, the one who isn’t invisible, teaching syllable
- She was a typical woman who worked hard, so I stood smart
- Few days later, saw her on the streets getting mugged
- Laid a few punches and she was home free, but she stopped and hugged
- Said thank you, and continued on with her day, now is a new today
- It’s a holiday for MLK jr, fuck the shooter, wish I was born sooner
- Would’ve voted him as president, he would be my ruler
- He would measure the crowd and shout loud and proud
- But anyways walking down the street, a hoe walked up to me
- Pussy for money, all she wanted so I dined and dashed, what a blast
- Some days great some days ass, some days I act like a dumbass
- Because I am god
- Bitch i started this life myself, im straight outta san franciscooooooooo
- Bitch i started this life myself, im straight outta san franciscooooooooo
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