Mr. Fab, y 'all already know, The Mechanics, Chase Styles, Cass Kites, Clyde Carson
Sienna's ghetto life, man I grew fast and grew past
Other niggas in my clique, now my guests are crew mad
But through bad, I knew that, and when do pass, I shed a tear
Look to the sky and say, God, why you do that?
Hat over my eyes, ways missing, fuck a new rag
Thirteen, gettin' high, drunk, ripped and blew back
What would you do, man, if you had to do the things that I had to do?
Cousin, just to make my shoes match, true sad
School teacher said that I was through bad
Dreams of hittin' the scene clean, flossin' in the blue mag
Hit me engine ridin', 22's laugh
Life of a shiner, some actin' like they knew fab
So they call me Stanley when they say it, man, I do laugh
Go boy, out to get big head, new cast with J Style
And keep the sneak in my new cast
Tryin' to get rich quick, fast, like my dude Vlad
And I done walked a long, hard road
I ain't seen no rainbow, no pot of gold
But I still ride till the day I'm old
Cops kick in the door, bet I bust a commode
Cause I, I done walked a long, hard road
I ain't seen no rainbow, no pot of gold
But I still ride till the day I'm old
Cops kick in the door, bet I bust a commode
Cardi wrong, Patron by the case
Red Monks, Apes, Alligator, Green Scrape
Faded God sick with money that I make
Went from Susanville Gates to the school of Bill Gates
See, life so real when you realize fake
Cause I, I get a quarter mil for the hatin'
I pace runners from show me homie lovers
Zips and the kicks, kicks and the hummers
Played runner, did shorts, stayed summers
Drought season, calves eatin', family this is hunger
Family stay under, kept it low homie
Racks off of show money, racks off of snow bunnies
So dirty, highway patrol on me
Envy us to the diamonds and gold homie
A -Bidgets, ay, be the gold homie
For the grants and the bidgies, I go so dirty
And I done walked a long, hard road
I ain't seen no rainbow, no pot of gold
But, uh, I still ride till the day I'm old
Cops kick in the door, bet I bust a commode
Cause I, I done walked a long, hard road
I ain't seen no rainbow, no pot of gold
But, uh, I still ride till the day I'm old
Cops kick in the door, bet I bust a commode
I did so coke, nigga, I did so weed, so talk
I'm the realest nigga, spin the spot
Hood niggas ride with texts on handlebars
Niggas hustle for cars, I hustle for studio time
Tore the 12 -cash stylin' on the grind
Niggas still lost they mind, playin' the game for cheap
Fuck it with niggas, that's from right across the street
Everybody shootin' at everybody, can't nobody eat
And the Bible would say, man, every butcher sold
So if I'm goin' to hell, I'ma post till I'm old
Bundle up, cause on the West Coast, it gets old
My PG &E like overdue
Ten jobs, turn me down, so I'm comin' for you
Fuck a crew, nigga, I just do what I do
You run with niggas and let them suckers tell on you
I be on 10th Street, where everybody know me
I'ma get up some live, nigga, you can call me JV
And I done walked a long, hard road
I ain't seen no rainbow, no pot of gold
But I still ride till the day I'm old
Cops kick in the door, bet I bust a commode
And I done walked a long, hard road
I ain't seen no rainbow, no pot of gold
But I still ride till the day I'm old
Cops kick in the door, bet I bust a commode
