This one's not for going away
This one's for the Hills to the bay
This one is for the hometown pride
Tonight tonight
This is a scumbag story
My whole heart
Less in black all where the apex all caused part
My humble start
Blunts that we rolled up
View of the city
First pulser in a Pulsar
Was it a Pintara dreaming of an Impala
Taming of the shrew these formal suits are a thin armour
And a suit Ferrari feeling all super starry
The days I worn 'em, girls love me and my cruising army
Ha I've been there, tell I've felt the future tugging
I've seen the dukes of nothing
In the cars zooming past me
Even a few thats nasty
I've copped a few cherries
I've popped a few of my own
Some say its too many
I say its just enough
I had my first kiss
First tag, first fight, first spit shutless
First f**, first drink, first rap verses
All in my hometown where the birds sing
This one's not for going away
This one's for the Hills to the bay
This one is for the hometown pride
Tonight tonight
See its a bit colder where I came from
Especially in the foggy mornings tryna stay warm
Especially walking home with a crayon
Til everything here got my name on
"What did he write bro?"
Screaming cool across the valley
Then drop the bally
Some minor crimes and here to party up
Its for the tally
Hoes are off and order in hungrys and
Quarter baggies in my head
Yeah well we're fatties and we're rolling fatties
Low [?] f** the climate and f** a**ignments
Without a sense of time emotion and there's nothing like it
Mother asks you your career, you say 'undecided'
She's like 'Never get to see you since you started driving'
And all you wanna do is f**ing die young
And stay pretty forever
Ripped to friends we lost my eyes run
Thinking back to the day I got the call
And my focus is the moment won't forget
You know it all is for you
This one's not for going away
This one's for the Hills to the bay
This one is for the hometown pride
Tonight tonight
Its the cla**ic sh**
If I knew the difference
I'd have gone make all my lyrics or would've had a
Fit from bathroom cabinets or fast lane weaving through the
Traffic it was always my belief
And I'm no Catholic so f**in I'm a Maverick
And the city your church
Its crystal hairs not sock and I'm with this
While other guys are tweaking
My demons try appearing
But I'm not tryna feed 'em
So I decide I'm leaving
But I couldn't find a reason
So I focus on my hobbies
Started blowing up like pressure mines
Hoping I'll tread softly but I'll never
Cos they're home and they hope I know they're watching
But its so exhausting
The recording shows in tone
All the pressure, all the cities
Sometimes I wanna quit
Other times I wanna k** it 'til these rappers on my dick
Telling me I am the best
Yeah I'm hoping all these years
But I know I am the sh** because I work for all I get
Where my city baby
This one's not for going away
This one's for the Hills to the bay
This one is for the hometown pride
Tonight tonight