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