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feat. Boldy James
(Intro)
California Seychelles
3 hours, be havin me trill tell
(Verse)
Me and the homies
Iâm real shy
Iâm smoking OG, that real fire
My broski got trill pliers
So if you want beef get hill shy
YSL risin,
You will open that, Iâm the head line
Your bitch gave me head right
Bitch sucked the life out me for 12 hours (straight)
And Iâm still tired, blaze more haze than a campfire
Long nights, red light
And hanging all day, we some vampires
Real anti, we all socialized cuz the feds watchin
Tryna bring down that entire
Team that crumble my empire (but it wonât happen)
So I stand bias when Iâm boiling off, bitch nearby us
Had to tilt a riot, itâs only us and Iâm really bias
Last of the airbenders gave a pair of clippers
The little Tyler niggas wearin wires
We turning air heads into flat tires
(Chorus)
And sometimes I still cry
(letâs get it)
Because I was near
(we got that bag yo)
And sometimes I still cry
Because I was near
(we got that bag yo)
(Verse)
I stay on one
Niggas see me and say smoke one
Key piece to my voltron
No Chief Keef but I donât know thug (who the fuck is that)
They donât want none, for a TV I ainât no shine (lightin all the time)
But I knew one and I met Blade before he died
Real D boy before its time
Couldâve been scientific street love
Free cheddar boy, hoe pack that
And they gave to AT boy
(thatâs fucked up)
I was back and forth, crossin state line, playin pin pong
Take a trip
But that china white and thatâs why my life isnât dim sum
(Chorus)
And sometimes I still cry
(letâs get it)
Because I was near
(we got that bag yo)
And sometimes I still cry
Because I was near
(we got that bag yo)
If I was a fire
(letâs get it)
You would drink some
(we got that bag yo)
And sometimes I still cry
Because I was near
(we got that bag yo)
- Album:
- Oil:710 (Mixtape)