No Guidance (feat. Brakiz)

Take a trip out to Cali, we on the freeway I got some niggas locked down, they stuck in free state Thumbing through this paper, for some kicks, likes its East Bay Curb Service got everything like it eBay Push the top back onna whip caught the Holy Ghost When it come to this gas we blowing mostly Ohs When it come to this cash we counting mostly Ohs Fast lane living, off this gas, shit be moving slow Mikey popped a perked, got em tweaking like a rolling stone Hiding all my pain I been feeling behind designer clothes When it comes to beef, we in the streets, some place they'll never go Ima ball for all my dogs, I pray they never fold Politicking with them bosses, we got motion Tsunami waves, Thanks for That, shout out Ocean Feel like Bobo son, every play, its A touchdown All my niggas killers, if you play, we going gun you down You my baby I don't care what they say We having now we travel out of states She be telling broke bitches They better stay in they place You got some flaws in you But I'm fucking with you all way Let's keep it real Sipping that yak got u out of your body You telling me them hoes They always watching they copy You know these bitches slow You moving like a Bugatti Yeah You kinda crazy but that shit there what I like I like how you grab that patron An mix that shit up with sprite She getting lit She wanna fuck me all night She keep shit real an low-key I swear to god I might wife her They don't understand how you understand me If you come to me with a plan we gonna make it happen