[Intro: Kai Ca$h]
Hah, hah
Yeah
[Verse 1: Kai Ca$h]
See, this the type of shit that separate the boys from the men
The paranoid from the pimps
The over-easily-impressed from the ones that saw all this shit
The pure and passionate from the peons with poisoning spirits
The loose-lipped loser from loiterers who barter for chips
See, I'm an upscale elegant fucker, pardon my French
Blowin’ off fumes in a foreign, stand out, I'm far from chameleon
Ain't got no parlay or kick it with all you awkward niggas
I don’t negotiate neither, can't do no bargainin' with you
I push thе metal 'til it mold
This rocky life been motivating heavily, that's why my nеck inherited these stones
Bitch, I'm effortlessly cold
In amethyst-hue leather shit, my periwinkle flows, potent heroin in your soul
I get decorative with everything, embellishin' my hoes
My specialty so sick, provide that remedy for colds
Disconnected from that extra shit, untethered from my woes
Young ghetto niggas rose out the treacherousest zones and now we here
[Verse 2: Kota the Friend]
I'ma do whatever’s in my soul
I am always at the table, I ain’t never on a stove
They done shot my homie Todd, he doin' better, I was told
Couldn’t keep a nigga down, told me, "Never will I fold"
That's the shit I like to hear, used to jet up to the store
Now we fuel the fuckin' jet up when we fed up with this cold
Told my lil' homie, "Keep your fuckin’ head up and let's go"
He don't know I'm makin' sure he gon' be set up when he grown
When the dust settle, hope you never settle for these hoes
'Cause these hoes be the reason for that metal to your dome
Told my young kings, "Boy, you better step up to your throne
In a decade, you'll be happy that you kept up with your goals"
And that's real life
I'm out in Palm Springs with my palm on somethin' real nice
I let the water wash away the pain, tryna heal right
Remember all them scorchin' summer days and them chill nights
I'm happy we was built right
I'm grateful for the hot block
Quarter waters, bummies, and hopscotch
The bullets pop-poppin' like Pop Rocks
Hood is on cop watch
OG pullin' up in a drop-top
Salute another day that we not locked
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