[Verse 1]
First off I ain't a motherfucking gangster
I'm just a kid who grew up in the danger
Sat watching my momma in the kitchen
Beans and rice on my plate I ain't tripping
Just a young kind who grew up in the ghetto
As a youngin riding bikes with one pedal
Riding dirty in a bucket through the jungles
4 words stay true and stay humble
Stay positive and stop hating
For the hundredth time I ain't gang related
I don't care what you claim what you banging
It's all love from my side so please stop the hating
So put your pride aside
Now everybody put your hands side to side
Good vibes all the time when it comes to mine
Bass in the trunk two 12s with the funk
[Chorus]
I know it's hard on the hood with no money
I know it's hard on the blocks when you hungry
Pro club dirty chucks living bummy
But you gotta say fuck it dawg
Get funky
Get funky
Get funky
Get funky
[Verse 2]
Why everybody gotta hate on me
Why everybody gotta hate on me
Is you mad because I'm doing things
More likely to reach dreams trynna make it up out these streets
Ride slow with the bass in the truck
I ain't blazing the blunt but I'm making it stunt look
Don't really go out to parties and the clubs
But when I do make it jump and still fuck Donald Trump
Never really had a father in my life
But I learned to be a man by myself on the block look
Never said I pulled Glocks on the block sold rocks on the blocks but I was still up on the block
Stay positive
Stop hating
No graduation but I'm still going places
Shout out to the bay
Put it down getting hyphy but in the southwest we
Get get get funky
[Chorus] x2
I ain't no gangster
I ain't no actor
I ain't no ese I'm no chicano rapper
I'm just a good kid who grew up in a mad city
Had to learn the wrong way living mad shitty
Seen them low lows bounce to the ounce
While seen my older homies selling ounce by the ounce
Had to make a big decision in my life
And it was either stay stuck on the ground or just bounce
So I bounced