Yea but, i live on the beach kids outside an they playin in da heat
Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed
If theres a time that in the hood
Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took
Feeling blessed i was never in that hood
A couple milli in the bag and my face good
Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue
Pussy niggas dont want war da hood will never match you
Fucking hoes, no strings attached
When ya first stabbed me in da past,
So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin
I wanna be da best for ma ppl and da best in da nation
Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school
That racks on racks so motherfucking fool
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