I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call
When i get that 10 racks nigga we gone hit the mall
Ball so hard can sneak through the security at the mall
Never hit the mall and forever get it all
And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them
Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
Out of this coviction of feelings
But i don’t mean top 40 hits
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
Then they both went to the mall to get their mom a card of a apology
I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots
Giving in to the pressure started stealing from mall shops
Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators
Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years
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