[Intro]
You know, this song's about where I grew up
But I have a pretty good feeling it's all over the world
No matter what city you're in
There's a place like the SFV

[Verse One: Hot Karl]
I had an upbringing in a neighborhood that was hardly healthy
Grew up in the middle of the most affluent and wealthy
Most people equate happiness within the suburbs
But please take my words, this lifestyle is absurd
Remember "Clueless"? That was my hood but more ruthless
The method on how they call it depends on your wallet
From the outside they pretend it's the norm
Forgetting most parents are divorced and it's the capital of porn
It's The Valley, where money's the only need
The millionaires survive on principles of lust and greed
See, I grew up middle class, still felt second rate
Ridiculed at an early age for not having a guarded gate
In this case, they act like it's completely safe
But in truth it's a charade where they afford the cocaine
Because [?], these kids will have problems
Parents abuse [?] and weak attempts to solve them
So things aren't always what they seem to be
Living suburban life up in the SFV
[Hook: K-Max]
Look at all these rumors
Surrounding me every day
I just need some time
Some time to get away from
From all these rumors
I can't take it no more
Even my homeboys been hollerin' 'bout me
Still up in the SFV

[Verse Two]
It was sick, my high school was like a fashion show
A runway for expensive clothes and cash flow
No surprise, we'd come back from Christmas break
To see most of the girls' noses molded into pretty shapes
Surgeons' numbers on speed dial, it was odd
Everyone had deviated septums but no one got nose jobs
You have problems? Daddy will buy you bigger breasts
As if every answer to the test rests in your daughter's chest
So materialistic, like Camelot but sadistic
So many little cliques hanging out would make me sick
And our parties: right out of magazines
Girls following an image that can't humanly be achieved
Vicious cycles, reality's distorted
Why do you think all of the girls develop eating disorders?
And most of them have reputations to be stuck up
That's fucked up, 'cause on weekends they act like sluts
But they strut they stuff, like they shit doesn't stink
All the bitches are dumb hoes up in the SFV
[Hook]

[Verse Three]
I hate seeing sixteen year olds driving a Porsche
Throwing cash like Jermaine Dupri, living like Brandon Walsh
Spoiled brats live in their own altered realities
Where the student parking lot has better cars than the faculty's
I'll be the first to admit SFV has mad freaks
What makes them unique is their body comes with a receipt
They're all bimbos who say "Y'know, like, and stuff?"
So, like, Valley Girls might be the reason I use metaphors so much
The sickest shit, the richer the quicker they are to fight
Despite all the cash they're still living like Thug Lyfe
And the rumors, kids even gossip with the teachers
If I said my dick fell off, probably half of them would believe it
"Did you hear, Karl's dick fell off!" See, what did I say
But a couple of them were true: those theater kids really were gay
And yes, all the honors students were just cheaters
And that point guard y'all loved videotaped sex with cheerleaders
And that football coach you trust your son with on afternoons
Fucks like twenty buried moms, it'll be exposed soon
I'm sure my songs'll help to make this dumb shit end
'Cept now with my CD, they'll pretend they were my friends
I'm sure there's place like this wherever you call home
Same fucked-up suburbs just with a different zip code
Than the SFV
[Hook]