Yeah, 65th Street, nigga
Park side, Cherry side, all that
Don't get murdered
Lil niggas out here with no purpose
Loaded lurking, rather get flipped than go flip burgers
Cayenne swerving, niggas ain't built like that in person
City burning, can't be saved with no sermon
Still in search of, ain't no N.E.R.D
Left some enemies on that curb
I cannot be perturbed
I live out every word I put inside my verse
I know my mama proud
These haters wanna down me, please
It's not what you think (It ain't that at all)
I could be gone in a blink
I don't wanna leave (Don't, we gone)
Yeah, it's not what you thought (Thought this shit was)
We dying broke or live with broken hearts (Let's go)
Blower with a beam (Hundred shots, boom)
Shine when I hit the scene (Thirty shots, fifteen shots, yeah)
Blower with a beam (Seven shots, boom)
Shine when I hit the scene (Five shots, six shots)
Greener grasses (Get paid), made it out
Don't make shit for the masses
When it traffic (Still hang), no you can't be giving out no passes (Hell nah, you lame)
Fuck a mansion, asked when I'ma move to Malibu or Calabasas
I can't never do it, I'm too active
She attractive but she plastic
I can't get with that shit (Uh-uh)
She the baddest, but out here doing bad
How'd that happen? (How? Huh)
Yes he rapping but he ain't got no bag
How'd that happen?
Yes I'm crackin' but hard to understand how it happened (Yep)
It's not what you think (It ain't that at all)
I could be gone in a blink
I don't wanna leave (Don't, we gone)
Yeah, it's not what you thought (Thought this shit was)
We dying broke or live with broken hearts (Let's go)
Blower with a beam (Hundred shots, boom)
Shine when I hit the scene (Thirty shots, fifteen shots, yeah)
Blower with a beam (Seven shots, boom)
Shine when I hit the scene
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