[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Lil' bit, yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Been in this shit since 8-9
Back then, shit was like '02
Back then, shit was like A9
Back then, n***a might roast you
Back then, living bicoastal
But like no mood to try and 'proach you
It's like bad news, or like old news
Or like sad music, like slow tunes
What my dad doing? Don't know, shit
Half muted emotions
Don't ask me, I won't answer
That's taboo as it's gon' get
Trapped in my little mind (Trapped in my little mind)
That's what it feels like, half of you feel tight
Half of you feel like shit straight (Shit straight)
Might be a good day, might be a bad time
Might be a hood day, might be a landmine
Might need to look, A might be a vampire
Don't sleep (Don't sleep, don't sleep)
Might be the hook or it might be the hand I'm dealt with
Flyin' high inside, never land, nope I never land 'cause I'm selfish
And I really can't help it, shit
[Chorus]
818 (818), made a scene (Made a scene)
Save yourself (Save yourself), save your dreams (Save your dreams)
818 (818), stay asleep (Stay asleep)
Save your block (Save your block), save your peeps (Save your peeps)
818 (818), made a scene (Made a scene)
Save yourself (Save yourself), stay asleep (Stay asleep)
818 (818), wake up, wake up
Yeah, 818 (818)
Wake up (8-8), wake up

[Verse 2]
N***as can't tell me shit, this my home
Whip on road, shit's on go
Been up in that kitchen cookin' shit that's finna hit your soul
N***as in my city always bitchin' on the digital
But if it's a problem they won't see me in the physical
Typical (Typical)
Been the same n***a from the jump, though
Still got love for you, but it isn't much, though
Still got somethin' for you if you want to run it though, ayy
See you when I see you, I ain't finna throw shade
I got winter time moves in the summer, so play
With the kid and you might get another whole face
Boy, and we can get it cracking, mane, just send the location
(Send that shit, n***a)
When you gon' change yourself?
When you gon' grow up?
When you gon' blow up, boy?
When you don't blame yourself
Underrated, underpaid, under nations, under God
Run from Satan, lust for patience
Fucking up, come down, boy, you fucking up
You know these n***as never fucked with us
But I got your back (Got your back)
Dawg, don't slack (Dawg, don't slack)
This your fate (This your fate)
Not your path (Not your path)
This your tape (This your tape)
Talk your smack (Talk your shit, n***a)
This your face (This your face)
Not your mask, damn