Another Day in SF

I was sliding to Mason, when I cracked this bitch

Bounced out at the cafe, and gave her the zip

You got [...], you to the neck, yo last P wasn't really bout a check

It ain't really bout the money, bitch I got alot of game

Once you hop in this drop, bitch yo whole life could change

I could see it in your eyes, you been stressed off Backpage

But you a million dollar bitch, you could get it any way

We can go to Las Vegas and eat big steaks

If we hit the strip club you could make a band day

She don't dance in the city 'cause her family be out

And I'm a million dollar nigga so this whammy be out

Sippin champagne with my nigga Worthy and shit

All the hoes out tonight so I'm sweatin a bitch

Grab a pack of Backwoods and the Frisco fittest

I ain't a superstar yet but the real niggas feel it

I got respect in my city I don't need that blap

But I keep that blap, 'cause nigga I rap

If you a snitch you a snitch I can't fuck with that

That's why I'm always by myself with this mini mac

I be at Whole Foods, white folks and shit

In the produce aisle tryna crack a bitch

Said how you doin, my name's Larry had to switch it up

Yo daddy must own hella iHOP's or something

She had a house in Diamond Heights and a Benz truck

I asked her how she doin this she only 21

She sat me down and said June I got a great trick

He give me everything I want since I was 18

I sit her down and gave her game and made it make sense

I told her nothing last forever gotta make it flip

Make sure your credit [...] you gotta own some shit

And you always gotta know a trick gon' be a trick

I be up bright and early eatin' egg whites

Fresh tangerine juice get my day right

I be playin' Darnell Jones and Berry White

Make my bed, clean the kitchen, and book a flight

Sometimes I never leave the house I ain't missin shit

Same niggas same bitches on that bullshit

I'm wipin' down my M80 while I read a book

Barbeque at the crib you should slide through

Another day in the city, Another day in the city

And I ain't worried bout shit

I'm not worried bout a damn, damn thing

I'm just living, living, living

Take it back to 2012 when I bought my first Benz

I never did graduate but I always had a plan

I was out in Miami when I touched my first 10

Wasn't even 20 yet and I was foreign lane switching

Thought a nigga had it all but I didn't have shit

Then I caught my first case nigga ain't this a bitch

They hit a nigga for a dub and that was all a nigga had

So I hit my nigga Kilo like we gotta bounce back

He said let's hit Pleasant Hill, that's when Redbook was cracking

For like two weeks my bitch was hittin full rack

I'm out in Costa Mesa trappin with my nigga June Pack

He said there's money in Seattle so he gotta shake back

I been going through some shit I'm on my way back to the Bay

I need to holla at my pops, I need to get some good game

I been making hella money, but I'm feelin hella lost

I lost touch with my family, and took another loss

Can't believe my grandma gone, life is a bitch I wish I could've said I love you

This rap shit is like a gift and a curse, but it could be worse

RIP lil [...] man that shit still hurt