(Star Music on the beat)

Only chasing out the bands, fuck a hoe
22, Ima ball like a pro
Got a check then I ran it up some more
Like damn I remember we was poor
Seen a lot I done been there before
I only speak the things that I know
Cut em off, and they true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go
Look at me grandmama I made it
They ain't show us no love, now we famous
Cali weather got me feeling amazing
Over-time on the block I was slaving
Now its meetings with rich Caucasians
Young n***a rocked up brings the bands out еvery special occasion
I'm just sharin' my story with you
I shed somе tears on this pages
Trying to figure my own self out for some time
I was going through some phases
Had a whole lot of shit going on
Just tryna adjust to them changes
We miss church every Sunday on the streets it was shooters
We was praisin'
Momma left the streets
Get a whole [?] and now its funeral arrangements
Dark cloud on my head seems like everyday it was rainin'
Book bro no flights to LA 'cuz I know the hood too dangerous
I just want him to see better things 'cuz all my little n***as bangin'
Only chasing out the bands, fuck a hoe
22, Ima ball like a pro
Got a check then I ran it up some more
Like damn I remember we was poor
Seen a lot I've been there before
I only speak the things that I know
Cut em off, and they true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go
Playin with the racks and we are in the wilnes
We went from section 8 to millions
Procrastination is a illness
It's a lot of fake n***as in the sky
Out here advertising the realness
On a date with destiny and that bitch call me third wheelin'
Duggin cops and drug dealin'
Shots fired fell in love with guns we find them new Glocks appealin'
We run around a block posted up in parking lots and buildings
2014 took our first loss and the opps start drillin'
Now we see the G's out the fittest Beam thought this hell like crealin
Was a snotty nose, wasn't shit to eat
In them corner stores stealin'
Miss the old days
Where I'm from this sorta past put me in my feelings
4 hour flight away from the slums
Up in Calabasas chillin'
Only chasing out the bands, fuck a hoe
22, Ima ball like a pro
Got a check then I ran it up some more
Like damn I remember we was poor
Seen a lot I've been there before
I only speak the things that I know
Cut em off, and they true colors show
Life goes and people come and go