Lyrics:
and gentrified, and came back (Gang)
All the bandos where niggahs whipping needles and crack (See?)
Getting flipped by a niggah named Jim
For bout $2.1M, in my
station
“What’s her name”
“Haven”
You understand what I’m saying now?
Two girls left me by text
I’m driving off a cliff now
“Hey Cam, looking for a new
pretty I get you to the
Crib for I forget it we kick it for a minute
But I'll kick ya out if I feel you tryna know
To much of my business baby so chill out
fronting MC, I hate to cap
You make hit records and you still can't rap
I said it before, I'll say it again
You don't belive me, ask your fans
When I
on the road
And when I ride by I'm in the newest one
I got so much money I think I should pay for all this
They ain't down to spend how much they say cause
man I'm on the grind
Nigga wasn't workin' when you knew you should
Now you talk about me when I'm on the road
And when I ride by I'm in the newest
in that California myth
Some days there's wildfires that burn down all your homes
Or maybe a quake or two will shake you to your bones
Oh yeah and by
tequila my girl a diva (uh)
Two tone my (ah) she a leaker bad little chica (uh) mamacita (uh)
Swear that I'm getting her weaker hate she a keeper bad bitch
living in California
Everybody wanna visit for (women, weed and weather)
They come for (women, weed and weather)
(For the women, weed and weather)
From
out
I'd rather chalk em out
And they gonna hate me now
My bills like california barely coming out a drought ugh
I had to make it rain
You know i haven't
tonight
(Aight)
Now them seventy niggas? Thirty gon' hate us
That's why I play the role, keep control
And throw them off wit' these dirty gators
See
hear is Master P and Untouchables tape (RICHTOWN!)
[Chorus]
R-I-C-H-M-O-N-D [x7]
[Verse 2]
Richmond, California some call it the dope spot
The place
man I'm on the grind
Nigga wasn't workin' when you knew you should
Now you talk about me when I'm on the road
And when I ride by I'm in the newest
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
enforcement
(part two, part two) operation in California history is
currently underway. (part two, part two) The police in five
Southern counties are
the trenches with the four eight
Still sleepin' with the toolie by the doorway
They like "where you been Young? Shit was bad for a minute"
All them clown
em'?) I tell em kick rocks
Tell em' what it cost, shut down by the cops
2 weeks later went and did the shit again
And I'm rappin' on a stage like its
I see that when the money came that's when the women changed
Fascinated by lexus and gold chains luxury cars conversating with
Movie stars now they
Praying that that bag touch down today from California
When I slide throw on the buffs I got yo bitch with me
If she ain't around I'm by myself I got that
Finally found someone to love love love love
Finally found someone to trust trust trust trust
Took me a minute but I found me a main thang
Now im
Hoovers
Praise the Lord hallelujah, Jesus pieces from the jeweler
Hate me, screw ya
Bitch I started as your favorite rapper shooter (Brap, Brap, Brap)
It's
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this,
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this,
Long Beach in CALI-FORN-I-A
Hey! Much love to the Golden State
Let’s shift gears and bring it back to the Empire State
West Side we reside by the five
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