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