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Catch me out in Hollywood in my LA fitted
Can shoot with my left, but can’t make a lay up with it
Surprised I keep skippin' death with the way I’m livin'
Hope my final destination ain’t the way I visioned
In this rap I’m DaVinci how I paint my pictures
Do it for the real niggas, cuz they say they listen
Ask who the dopest out, bet my name get mentioned
So for the Freshmen Top 10, how I ain’t get listed
Suckas killed my cousin, shit’ll never be good
Got some niggas on Death Row ain’t never meeting Suge
Don’t think I’m with the shit go on slide through my hood
And I love Ant Rich for holdin' down this 3rd boog
You know, it’s just some real nigga shit
When I was young I remember I use to steal niggas kicks
Got a little older and started stealin' niggas whips
Then my cuddy put me on and I started dealin' bricks
I live the street life, shit I’m out here duckin' 3 strikes
Four-fifth extended clip in my Levi’s
Kissin' on my brick now, I don’t need sprite
And on a bitch stackin' chips like 3 times
You see my sweater and my beanie I’m in CBC
I break my bitch for ever dollar and her EBT
I got street-smarts but couldn’t pass a GED
Shout out the real like .38 special LEP
.357 bulky has some Double D’s
Lil brody a parolee, he still roll with a machine
Life been a nightmare, but I hope it’s just a dream
In the bay I’m Lebron James, niggas know me as a king
And I stay a player, cuz it ain’t nothin' but a game
Any bitch that play that hard card, I cut it with a spade
Diamonds on in the club, and I got in with my thang
And I’m on so many drugs I’m about to go insane
Come slidin' through my home base, and ya ain’t safe
It’s so much I wan’t to, but I know I can’t say
And my daughter know I want to, but I can’t stay
Gotta get it so we can get out of here one day
I live the street life, shit I’m out here duckin' 3 strikes
Four-fifth extended clip in my Levi’s
Kissin' on my brick now, I don’t need sprite
And on a bitch stackin' chips like 3 times
I’m from the O where it really goes down
You can ask Lil Monie, I was 40 toes-down
I know you keep your .40, AR, and .50 cal
But it’s only one question, do you have it on you now?
Lil bruh stressed, lookin' older than me
Been having troubles tryna breathe, and I know it’s the lean
All these niggas screaming MOB, don’t even know what it mean
My other brother, shout out Lil D
Free T-Wayne, and rest in peace to Killa Keys
Got a real pretty lil bitch, fuck Lil B
Rest in peace to Pretty Black, you know cuddy was a beast
I been sippin' on this Act tryin' not to fall asleep
And I don’t talk about it, I just let the money speak
With this rifle I can hit ya from about a hundred feet
Leanin' like the Eiffel Tower pourin' up another 3
You can search the whole world and never find another me
I live the street life, shit I’m out here duckin' 3 strikes
Four-fifth extended clip in my Levi’s
Kissin' on my brick now, I don’t need sprite
And on a bitch stackin' chips like 3 times