Feat. Fashawn, COSS and Tiombe Lockhart
Yah, yah, woke up in the city as a deleric The ghetto is my narative, never been the same After pop and mom decide to split Stuck between the thankers and the Sunday morning terrors Before I go to bed I nearly say a prayer, everything Product of the negligence, niggas having mad run Remember when Junior hits He boning with the brass knuckles Fronting like they hard, the other day they ran from me California dreaming, nightmares, understand struggle To moms, it was mad hustle, even though I'm fatherless 15 years clean from the alcohol anonymous Never got a trade, I got a chance to get a doctorate California dreaming tryna mend these broken promises Fuck this world and the politics, this life is not a movie Hang a picture on the wall, try to radiate the beauty My cali niggas stay on the grind Another day, another dollar, and the 619 Swear some nights. I don't sleep cause the weight of The world feel like the weight of my sheets Cali streets wasn't meant for the humble of the need more The jungle where we hunger for peace, Fumble a leaf, the hood life-good life Wishing I could get my brothers a dream Smth pushing us back, like this warm enough stream If I take another route, will I make it out Can't help a doubt cause, it's a struggle And reality bites the leader Handle a pistol with passion, with Mike and some Nikes In a Jersey, till you shoot like Cobey meanwhile, I'm drowning in this bottle of E Thinking how I've got a daughter to feed And will I be around to water my seed? Just a thought So much on my mind, as I sit and unwind
Another day, another dollar, and the 619 Undefiant, lost in L.A. times, tryna figure out My purpose everyday on this Earth, what's my meaning? When Cali's senseless, they call my knuckle mind Slipping on the Ave. and all his face on his shirt Le Merc, another day and, word, to them bangers They be stacking up that paper in exchange to the work A thousand planets, a thrilion tons, mass of the sun Weight that equal to my burt and the weight of my herd