[Intro:]
Ay whats happening Fraud
Finna bring n***as back to LA one time
La musica de Harry Fraud

[Verse 1]
This da Hendog sippin', wood grain grippin'
Stash in my old school, no I ain't slippin'
Sliding down Rosecrans, yeah we tippin'
Original paint on my 5-Point drippin'
Designer, I don't do that, palace I'm fitted
A legend up on Fairfax, yeah we did it
Shout outs to Slow Moe, yeah we did it
If she say that I'm her best friend, then yeah I hit it
Back to the program, bitch I don't hold hands
Boogie when I get down, bitch I don't slow dance
We could wine and dine but, bitch I don't romance
I got her feeling waves while we listen to these slow jams
Bitch I'm a grown man, bitch I drop 10 bands
I know I said it once but, bitch I'm from Rosеcrans
Don't make me say it twice likе bitch I'm from Rosebrans
This toolie on my waist, turn a n***a into no man
In the land of the greats, I'm a legend like I'm O'Shea
Friday like its Dae Dae, old school like I'm K-Day
But still in the mix, like you heard my verse on Zay Zay
Yeah, so bitch don't play play
[Chorus]
I say, who do you believe in
I hit the black cherry thing like I'm bleedin'
.40 cal on my lap like I need it
I'm addicted to the fast life and street shit, this G shit
Like who do you believe in
Drinkin' henny smoking ports while I'm speedin'
Rolling gas, pourin' drinks so I'm leanin'
She hit the ave for a king, that's some P shit, this street shit

[Verse 2]
Have you ever lost all of your friends that you believe in
Same ones believed in your vision n***a I'm speechless
At the funeral, hearin' bout other murderers still grievin'
They say this shit been worse then the '80s and I believe it
The homie held me down with a .40 cal, said I'll need it
Driving up the boats pouring 4's n***a I'm leanin'
That hoe blew right before winter n***a that's decent
When you dealin with a bitch that you knocked somewhere in Phoenix
Anything over 365 then she a keeper
I don't want no bitch that be callin' herself a demon
Square joint took me to whistle and we went skiing
Hot tub sippin' on totties like I achieved it
It's the dream lil' homie, hotels and snow bunnies
Big rims on Lex bodies, we thuggin' like John Gotti
Too many dead homies so I live my life on fully
Free that n***a Wider and Butley
[Chorus]
I say, who do you believe in ?
I hit the block, cherry thang like I bleed it
.40 cal on my lap like I need it
I'm addicted to the fast life and street shit
This G shit like
Who do you believe in ?
Drinkin' Henny, smokin' kush while i'm speeding
Rollin' gas, pourin' drank so i'm leanin'
She hit the ave for a King, that's some P shit, this street shit