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Smokin' Cali ****

LA Vibes

Wheezy in this ***** with me

Mama we made it to billboards

Thank the lord I'ma keep praying for it

They told me stay focused stay real boy

The streets playing dirty get killed boy

This **** is for real boy did all that **** with no deal boy

****** is fakin' they gettin' monopoly money

When I was broke

They was just laughin' at me like something was funny

Now I'm at three years on my ****

Ran that **** up now we rich

We put that money right before a *****

Knock em off I'm callin' hits

Now I got twenty whole K on my wrist

Diamonds my neck on my fist

You want a feature gon' cost you a brick

Thugger he gave me a shot now I'm in

So tired of losing can't do nun but win

Every day wake up I gotta get in

Pray to the lord and I stay on my ten

Free my ****** locked in the pen

We sip the lean and pour out the seal

You ****** so fake you don't know nothin' bout real

Labels keep calling they want me to sign

Talk to my voicemail I don't recognize

Came from the streets I was sellin' them pies

***** you so fake I can see it in your eyes

I'm not a graduate not from DeVry

You over here but you playing both sides

When it come down I know you ain't gon' ride

I started selling and they started buying

Cooking them burgers and fries

No Christmas Eve I surprise 'em

See me in public come try me

Run up I cock it and fire

See it I buy what I want

Eat that lil ***** for lunch

I'm her lil clyde that's my bonnie

We steppin' out and we stunt

Mama we made it to billboards

Thank the lord I'ma keep praying for it

They told me stay focused stay real boy

The streets playing dirty get killed boy

This **** is for real boy did all that **** with no deal boy

****** is fakin' they gettin' monopoly money

When I was broke

They was just laughin' at me like something was funny

Now I'm at three years on my ****

Ran that **** up now we rich

We put that money right before a *****

Knock em off I'm callin' hits

Now I got twenty whole K on my wrist

Diamonds my neck on my fist

Man somebody shoulda told 'em that this ****'ll get real

That this ****'ll get real that this ****'ll get real

When you young and havin' things dog this ****'ll get real

Man this ****'ll get real man this ****'ll get real

And no I ain't just getting started boy I been in the field

Stacking hundred dollar bills

Ridin' with some young ****** that know how to kill

Lil ***** saying that she won't

Let her hit the KK once now she will

Ya'll remind me of Jack and Jill

Ya'll was up now you going down the hill

I don't ever put my **** up in a blunt

Don't act like you don't know no better

And don't ever ask me to borrow no ****

Then act like you don't owe no cheddar

And shorty keep blowin' up both of my phones

Cause with me her ***** get wetter

Just spoke to my bro who's in the hospital

I really do hope he get better

For sure

Mama we made it to billboards

Thank the lord I'ma keep praying for it

They told me stay focused stay real boy

The streets playing dirty get killed boy

This **** is for real boy did all that **** with no deal boy

****** is fakin' they gettin' monopoly money

When I was broke

They was just laughin' at me like something was funny

Now I'm at three years on my ****

Ran that **** up now we rich

We put that money right before a *****

Knock em off I'm callin' hits

Now I got twenty whole K on my wrist

Diamonds my neck on my fist

Jump out that foreign with paper plates

I don't got the time to take a break

Gorilla without wearing Bathing Ape

Gold on my neck like it's eighty-eight

Smokin' Skittles bunch of painkillers

Think about quitting like day to day

I love New York this ain't Flava Flav

Fresh out that Porsche I'ma take a plane

Dolce Gabanna the pants suede

I keep a drum like a band playin'

How you hatin' if your man made it

Presidential rollie ***** I'm campaignin'

I'm in the field like the special teams

Sellin' records now I was sellin' green

That ***** ain't know I was gon' sell a dream

Before she woke up I took everything

I done did some ****** dirty

Trafficking sour and fergie

I prayed to god for a birdie

I would kill for it now it's billboards

All of her bottoms is bloody

These ****** act like they love me

I'd rather codeine than bubbly

But I had to chill that **** ****ed up my stomach

I made it

Mama we made it to billboards

Thank the lord I'ma keep praying for it

They told me stay focused stay real boy

The streets playing dirty get killed boy

This **** is for real boy did all that **** with no deal boy

****** is fakin' they gettin' monopoly money

When I was broke

They was just laughin' at me like something was funny

Now I'm at three years on my ****

Ran that **** up now we rich

We put that money right before a *****

Knock em off I'm callin' hits

Now I got twenty whole K on my wrist

Diamonds my neck on my fist