#Database
Verse 1
Divine feeling
I'm high chilling
Thoughts spill and
Reveal truth
Of young youth
Tryna make it in that booth
Shout out to my hommie TRW
Stacking dollars, making moves
Can't forget about my crew
Grinding hard & still in school
(What up)
To Causmic, chopping samples in that room
Hommie, all yo beats sound fly
Hommie, all yo beats sound cool
(What up)
To Tep-One everytime that I come through
You be playing epic samples that I never would of knew
Who knew, that I'd be writing rhymes & making loot
Traveling around the world for that money I pursue
I do, I'm working on another project too
But I hope I don't trapped cause that there would be bad news
To play the game, first you gotta learn the rules
I play to win hommie, I don't play to lose
I made a plan so I never get confused
But if my plan A didn't work, it was something I didn't do
I get it right the first time, no reviews
Marijuana leaves come in all hues
Red, green, purple, orange, bright blues
Swear its hard to smoke 'em all cause its so many to choose
I let my bamboo canoe
Hotbox looking at the view with my main squeeze
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Swear she my main squeeze so I put her in the air
Dedicate it to my city then I say prayer
Silly but I really care, stanking with your pretty hairs
Elevator or the stairs, really can you take me there
In clouds, please, can you take me there
Elevator or the stairs, really can you take me there
In clouds, please, can you take me there
Verse 2
In that booth I am chef, every verse I cook and serve
Throwing seeds feeding birds…
Deeper meaning every seed I throws a pattern…
And every pattern has a gram
Cali OG Private Reserve…
I write the words prefer
Momma told me I should get my money first
And if I'm headed to the bank, keep yo lane & do not swerve
I swear my main squeeze help me calm nerve
She remind me where I'm at and that bullsh** do occur…
If it ain't that real raw I defer, trust
You can take that chapstick back to where you were
Sitback and listen here, attacks from angular
Visionary positional, places, I limit my spaces to anything
And everywhere, the rhythm is in the air, teaching us the
Art of Share
-Ring
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