Six deep
Rollin' trees
In the back seat
Ugh
Blackboys
Gettin g's over rap beats
Ugh
Overseas
Bitch please
I don't seen a whole half planet
Running the whole gamut
Hustle for my bread
A n***a done known famine
Wisdom in my dreads
It's heavy but I manage

Cody in the cockpit
Running the ship
Real Inglewood n***a
You ain't fuckin' with him

We on way to the A
Sold out in the bay
The bro price hold it down when we get to LA
AK, bring the vibes it don't matter to state
My boy Ty hella fly
And it never be fake
Yeah
Black excellence
All about the path
You could miss me with the extra shit
I don't use the C-word
We don't need a pessimist
I was fifteen in the kitchen with the Mexicans
N***as is my brethren

Me and marc from the city that don't sleep
Don't speak if you don't know a winter with no heat
My og, met a good woman, she so keen
I love to see my n***as drink water and grow green

Great great grandma was picking the cane
The shit is inane
My lineage, remember the pain
I'm gettin' us paid
Nothing finna' get in my way
A n***a free
Never living enslaved
Until I'm digging my grave

Give a fuck about your expectations
Every day we having celebrations
Revelation after revelation
I see the struggle like tuition for the education
Came far from a G train
On the block watching dopeheads freebase
I don't even trip when I see hate
Nothin' really gettin' to me these days