California Dream

[Verse 1]

I'm at the house 'bout to roll this kush up

I can get a call at any minute, so I'm just doing push-ups

Waiting on what seems to be forever

I burned a hole in my Polo sweater cause I was nervous

But that's how crazy birth is, loading up this Beretta

Cause this time I'm having a baby girl

So it's whatever, whenever.. whatever

You my willow and it's my will to make this last forever

First thing I'ma tell her, daddy's your umbrella

Give her the glass slipper, Cali, you my Cinderella

Shit gotta be a dream, hold up, that's your middle name

Both your brothers big now, so, baby, you my little Game

And who gon' be your Godfather? Swizz? Lil Wayne?

AR smoke too much but got Cali tatted on his veins

And I just got a text from your mama

Saying the water burst, I guess it's time for my karma

[Verse 2]

Walk through the door, she on the ground crying

She don't wanna get up, you had a baby right here

I ain't cleaning that shit up!

I finally got her out the house, now we on the elevator

She screaming, I left the car seat

But I'ma tell her later

Aw, forget the car seat, man, I'm hella-faded

She like "I know you ain't high" shit, I celebrated

Now we in the car, she won't put on the seatbelt

Screaming at the top of her lungs, "God, I need help"!

Weaving through traffic, minutes between contractions

Close your eyes right now, and you can see it happening

Imagine, she pulling on me "stop I'm 'bout to crash, shit!"

Butterflies in my stomach, heart beating fast as shit

Every time I have a kid, it's like the first time

Kids the best, but they be coming at the worst time

Now we here, Tiff get in the wheelchair

Them butterflies still here

Am I happy? Hell yeah!

[Verse 3]

I parked the car, now I'm running through the halls lost

Trying to figure out which one of these rooms is ours

Think, think damn, one of the nurses stuck they head out

They gave her an epideral so I pulled the couch bed out

Took a nap, woke up, they almost got the head out

She grabbing on the rails, looking like she 'bout to pass out

Told her to breathe, grab my phone and hit record

"Breathe! 1, 2, 3, 4 - one more - 2, 3, 4"

Push! C'mon Tig, push! God damn it, just push!"

Nurse Linda coaching her, doctor Umber pulling on shoulders

Giving me the notion to cut the umbilical cord

She out, 8 pounds 4 ounces, sayin' stop the beat

Hold up, I'm about to make a announcement

See, every time a child is born somebody leave the world

So I thank the woman that gave her life for my baby girl