[Intro]
Yeah, Supa, Good
Inglewood, Listen

[Verse]
Say hello to the mellow child
Dreadlocks clean, his demeanor mild
Inglewood swanging with a gap tooth smile
Giving woes to these hoes, boy I'm well endowed
Hello, I got a rhyme like the pentagon
Heavily armour, charmer, start a renaissance
Heavily karma, guarded, but the boy a long way
Why me baby? Yo no se
Ain't a negative hater, a n***a can't Ol, toro
I rep the west like a young O'Shea, gordo
I'm tryna have my pockets fatter than a buddha doll
Beat 'em up, get 'em ready for the coup de grace
I got hired at a nine to five, four times
Before I decided I didn't need a co-sign
Now I'm running n***as over like the ole line
Get 'em ready for lift off and showtime
I'm the son of a wise man
Child of the universe
Hate gets the Heisman
Matador that boy
I lost my job pefect timing
Committed to grinding
Now we going up infront of crowds
Leaving mushroom clouds, gon' blow up
You guys gon' go up, n***a
Ain't fucking with the bong, roll up, n***a
Leaving mushroom clouds, gon' blow up
You a kid but you gon' grow up, n***a
Ain't fucking with the clique, load up, n***a
Leaving mushroom clouds, ay