Verse 1:
Be rich or in love
I'd rather be rich
Magic with this rap, I'd rather be sick
A n***a over these hoes, you know what I mean?
Counting bread while I'm rolling Blue Dream
More confusion results as I get clearer on things
Norm Rockwell when I'm painting a scene
My pallet is full and my canvas is grey
Top down on PCH what a wonderful day
I'm overcome with emotions about these women I've hurt
Blunt burn slow, ashes all on my shirt
I wish the fame made me numb to it all
But
Soon as I got it is when they wanna call
And they hope i indulge but I'm at Niagra Falls
And I hit ignore cause I don't f** with you all
Confessions of a nerdy Cali dude
When mama ain't come home, I built a fortress for my solitude
(JC talking)
sh**
Give a n***as a second man. I ain't never really said that sh** on a track so, it kind of f**ed with me a little bit. I'm a fall back in it though. Yeah, Yeah
Verse 2:
Cold heart from the city that the look up to
Every summer I come home I host a book club for em
How much do they pay you, you know your brain is amazing
I got love for my people its for the hookup homie
If you listen up close you'll hear what sets us apart
I know the way through her brain
Is the way to her heart
But the way to her heart
Is the way to your bread
It ain't cheaper to keep her
I gives a f** what they said
Hold up...