Propaganda & Odd Thomas - Lean lyrics

[Verse 1] Next door to the Vatos Pot holes, Tahoes, ya'll know how the lot goes Cops go bang in the name of the law bro Hoppin' out with things to put holes in your jaw bone Hot zone mang, I flang slang in the same vein of forefathers Holla through they mics, I got flows Snot-nosed kid, no particular gang affiliate Pop those beats in, styles I got a myriad k**in' it, spot goes wild while I pop domes Open, hoping in goes the things that change And ice chains ain't manhood, you ain't gotta cop those Size of your riches ain't central to the gospel Born in South Central, this flaco won't stop tho [?] you don't think I know? Listen a me, church boi, this is all I go Fists up, blue jeans, torn up Chucks [Hook] I just lean, I ain't got nuttin' to prove I just lean, give it to 'em, check 1-2 I just lean, homie only speakin' the truth I just lean, you ain't gotta like it, it's cool [Verse 2] And next door to the eses Gun spray, run ways, ya'll know how the West plays Here they clap cultures, master your craft vultures I'm after your cash holster, the aftermath can roast ya Rest lays low in the cut waitin' for movement Swear they can't get touched, so self-deluded Best days of my life, learnin' not to cup the mic Learnin' who God is and how humbling failure is An expert, 'pending on the potency of energy You exert, givin' 'em an excerpt Of my best work, and I don't know what the rest say But the best way to prove, you gotta jump on stage and rock it Rules of the city where they slang anything Social security, car parts to SIM cards Listen a me, church boi, this is all I go Fists up, torn jeans, all-black Chucks [Hook]