Lyrics
I lost…
3 fourths of my mind
Doing things that I hate
Shit, I’m done wasting time
On the East Coast
Man fuck a 9 to 5
All I wanna do is
Rap, stack dough
On the East coast
Shit I wonder how to make it out
When the world tryna break me down
My dreams gotta.
Wake me up
When I face the ground
The shear thought got me pacing round
I can hear it now.
«how could you leave
Without out no warning
I can’t believe
You left without consoling me
I can’t be waiting
My life’s on this
You’ve changed
So you should know
There’s no controlling me»
I think I’m in my head too much
The constant hustle to get ahead’s, too much
I can’t wait until my breads too much
Take it back to the hood
And let it spread. soon 'nough
Cause shorties is dying
Filled up wit lead too much
Food thought? Them niggas was only fed school lunch
In either game
They killing u if say too much
So imma talk my shit
Until that day pull up
What am I saying
Is this shit even real?
Or is it all a dream.
Coming to you LIVE
From inside my mind!
It’s a beautiful day!
I been out here
California dreaming
On the east coast
All my bitches tanned
And all they fathers own a speedboat
Roll round in the sand
Without a worry
You can keep those
Hot box the sedan
Until the Honda smell like weed smoke
Cause we smoking.
(Loud, Loud, Loud)
(Loud, Loud, Loud)
Loud.
Now turn this.
(Loud, Loud, Loud)
(Loud, Loud, Loud)
Loud.
Now turn this.
Up.
Let it hit ya
I been fishing for a little bit
Of purpose
I ain’t getting sentimental
Member when I heard the chronic 20/01
I was little
That’s back in '99
A nigga probably watching Elmo
Baby BET, I been an ALPHA
Since my J-K LMNO’s
Hello, Hello
How ya doing?
California
This a memo
To the motherfuckin weather
Women, weed
Nigga needs
Got me riding down
Cahuenga in a motherfuckin rental
We ain’t civil. (Oh yes, Oh yes)
Roll up that unapologetic
I ain’t stressing
I’m a menace
Been a minute
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
So many bars, gotta feed em
I should own a commissary
Send a letter
(No S.O.S)
Give em the game
Give me a lane
Or imma take it from ya
Kid you a lame
Playing a killer
You just act bad
Nicholas cage
Dick in a dame.
Dash when I smash
Bitches you insane
Gimme the brain
Fast, came fast
Need me some «bling»
Color of stained glass
Chain, watch, even the «ring»
You getting blazed passed
Straight ashed, this is my thing
I think I’m a king
I know I’m a king
Imma go on a whim
Jump and see what it bring
Make a plan to leave my city
Cause I know Imma win
I been all on the edge
Gotta think before I fall off a ledge
I need a real good view w/ palm trees
And some head.
I been out here
California dreaming
On the east coast
All my bitches tanned
And all they fathers own a speedboat
Roll round in the sand
Without a worry
You can keep those
Hot box the sedan
Until the Honda smell like weed smoke
Cause we smoking.
(Loud, Loud, Loud)
(Loud, Loud, Loud)
Loud.
Now turn this.
(Loud, Loud, Loud)
(Loud, Loud, Loud)
Loud.
Now turn this.
(Loud, Loud. Loud)
(Loud. Loud, Loud)
(Loud, Loud, Loud)