[Verse 1 Vin Villa] Youngins thats just tryna function You know what it is Ill say it again The haters be swerving, they say that Im dead Denying the fact that theres truth to the kid Cuz Im rocking the spot Twisted like locks, fuck boys could piss in a pot Playing with Glocks, working the clock So filthy and swerving the cops Came up living by the G code And I be so, miso Thats super nice, Im at the super 8 With a bad bitch on fleek though And she do anything for me Yeah I mean she do everything for me Like if I need some, then she gon put out Then she gon stash this money just for me And she come back like a rugrat Scheming on a fat ass and accounts full of green The homies be smoking and puffing on trees Then he be coughing and sip on some lean Then we be moving and serving the fiends Lurking the block at a slow speed Hitting this lick and then sip on some licker Then hustle hard til we on [Hook Vin Villa] Long Beach Blvd Pull your card 40 oz to the dome Neighborhood superstars Them caddies sitting on chrome And I bang the illest And she came to kill it This how the story go [Verse 2 Vin Villa] Yeah, Imma one take this 40s on 40s and bodies on bodies I swear that this life is a bad horror story Little boys dying and mamas thats crying But why do we act this way Why are we silenced What is our history fore we was slaves? Before all my people were slaughtered in graves Whats the real truth Mothafucker whats the real truth I sip 100 proof in search of the answer Son of a Saggi, son of a Cancer Son of a gun but the girls think hes handsome Cuz Im fly like that Deuces in the sky when I ride like that Swerving switching lanes when I drive like that They say it is what it is so what is it? Homie Im living like a flower bloomed Looking out its a full moon So were gonna get ignorant Its been a long day in the Wrigleys The homies came through with an OZ Trina kick it, roll up a blee But he aint really one of my homies So I split up a dutch and continued to roll He looked in my eyes like he ready to go So I look at him back And pulled out a mac Like boy get the fuc out of [Hook Vin Villa] Long Beach Blvd Pull your card 40 oz to the dome Neighborhood superstars Them caddies sitting on chrome And I bang the illest And she came to kill it This how the story go [Verse 3 Vin Villa] Homie let me breathe I be on my game time mode She be tryna play me though Everybody going out And they looking on now Like that boy Vinny going all around the globe Tell a youngin what it be like Ive been up for three nights Pulling in the cream like Im never going home Youre cold like a klondike I am more piraa like, shark like Every single verse is the equivalent of shark bites Straight to your dome Put this Cali kush straight to my dome Call your girl up for some dome ET phone home We be so grown Just some boys from the beach so blown Imma be in my zone If you need it Bet I know where to get it And my rivals looking so pathetic Groupies thinking Im a legend I just think that I am rapping For my hometown
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