[Verse 1: Quentin Miller]
None of you ni**as is who you say
You like to play, I'm more Ronnie 2K
They gone rate me 99 either way
They see me with H.B. and that ni**a Dom K
I don’t fu*k with you like Sean say
I'ma still do it Arianna Grande
Might go overseas with the raps
If I say it on beats, then it happened
All you do is make your mouth do the Pac-Man
Meanwhile, I'm in the field like a tight end
Back and the left, right, do the Heisman
All you hating ass b*tches talking sideways
Me and mine gone be just fine
I’m real clutch whеn it's crunch time
fu*k it up for me one timе
Daytime, California sunshine
[Chorus: Quentin Miller]
Don't walk away (Don't walk away)
Don't walk away (Don't walk away)
[Chorus: Dom Kennedy]
I made at least a few mill, no extras
Another year and they still playing catch up
Twenty three in red and black, you a heckler
Steve Kerr at best, pay respect son
Sometimes I drive to the beach for a smoke break
Both Impala's been sitting, can't get away
And you know I keep a thing full of big faces
Hundred dollar tip for the bottle waitress
Got my first dance at the roller rink
Couldn’t live without my Geto Boys tape
I got songs with Chuck, he in the Hall of Fame
Ice in my teeth like I’m Johnny Dang
Mike's Deli once a week, tell me who you blame
Me or you? I’m with Hit at the Blue Flame
Just know a L.A. ni**a gotta do his thing
Yeah
So don't walk away
[Chorus]
Don't walk away (Don't walk away)
Yeah