Yeah, yeah
I'm a California resident
Had to check the mirror like why the fuck I'm settling?
What's the money for if I ain't living my dream?
Nigga, my goals be in reach, for some reason, they seem bigger
What is left for me when I'm living for everyone and they moms?
Been working all these years to hold the world in my palm
Been giving freely to people that really could give a shit less
Abandoned me when shit gets real, see how that feel
And in that moment, I noticed that I don't owe nobody shit
It's my perspective and tunnel vision that got me rich
Tunnel vision don't even know what a hobby is
All these hating rappers be whacking shit like hockey sticks, yeah
Local boys always vocal boys
Young Kota did it first like I'm Soulja Boy
Flight boy at my worst, wasn't broken, boy
Long Beach hooping, shot is wetter than the ocean, boy
Got me feeling like Killa Cam in the basement
Y'all was part-time, my nigga, I took the grave shift
The day shift, the night shift, the studio was makeshift
All I really had was a catalog and vices
Living through my raps, this shit as real as my life is
Happy that I'm growing, no longer rolling the dices
This toxic shit expensive, I couldn't afford the prices, fuck
All I'm letting in my life is love
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