Boy

[Intro] Yeah, yeah [Verse] I'm a California resident Had to check the mirror like why the fuck I'm settling? What's the money for if I ain't living my dream? Nigga, my goals be in reach, for some reason, they seem bigger What is left for me when I'm living for everyone and they moms? Been working all these years to hold the world in my palm Been giving freely to people that really could give a shit less Abandoned me when shit gets real, see how that feel And in that moment, I noticed that I don't owe nobody shit It's my perspective and tunnel vision that got me rich Tunnel vision don't even know what a hobby is All these hating rappers be whacking shit like hockey sticks, yeah Local boys always vocal boys Young Kota did it first like I'm Soulja Boy Flight boy at my worst, wasn't broken, boy Long Beach hooping, shot is wetter than the ocean, boy Got me feeling like Killa Cam in the basement Y'all was part-time, my nigga, I took the grave shift The day shift, the night shift, the studio was makeshift All I really had was a catalog and vices Living through my raps, this shit as real as my life is Happy that I'm growing, no longer rolling the dices This toxic shit expensive, I couldn't afford the prices, fuck All I'm letting in my life is love