Palm trees burning in breeze And even when it rains, it's 70 degrees You can hike to the Hollywood sign if that's where you wanna be Things you take for granted when you grow up by the beach I thought I'd never wanna leave But I've lived a life in traffic on the 10 and 405 Makes me wanna die Maybe L.A. lost its magic, but not every death is tragic It can make you feel alive Wishing this car could fly away from here Higher than the palm trees They say everybody's beautiful and everyone's dumb here They say everything's expensive and everyone's fake So every time I tell someone that I'm from here They look at me like I said it by mistake I say I'm 28 Spending another night in traffic on the 10 and 405 Makes me wanna cry It's hard to imagine, but not every death is tragic It can make you feel alive Don't you know that angels can fly away from here? Higher than the palm trees So tonight I'll get high one more time And sit outside at night on Melrose & Vine Where the stars in the sky are the city lights And I'll be safe as long as I'm home by nine From the day that I was five To the day that Kobe died I been here my whole life So maybe it's time To say goodbye to the palm trees

Summertime lazy Living in a daydream Feeling like I'm waiting For no one Look at my new painting Color never changing All this time I'm wasting On no one All these faces that I've never known Looking for a place that they can call their own I don't need much to call it a home I'm doing just fine, if they need me, I'll be Underneath the palm trees Where I lay my head, where I lay my head I ain't gotta worry 'Cause all my worries fled 'Cause all my worries fled (All my worries fled) Thats why I'ma take it easy Rude thoughts leave me Fill the open space With the sounds of the blue sea Everyday, woozy Really like this new me Wish you coulda knew me Like this All these faces that I've never known Looking for a place that they can call their own I don't need much to call it a home I'm doing just fine, if they need me, I'll be Underneath the palm trees Where I lay my head, where I lay my head I ain't gotta worry 'Cause all my worries fled 'Cause all my worries fled If you want me You can find me With the warm breeze And no worries If you need me You know I'll be With the green leaves Of the palm trees If you want me You can find me With the warm breeze And no worries If you need me You know I'll be With the green leaves Of the palm trees Palm trees Where I lay my head, where I lay my head I ain't gotta worry 'Cause all my worries fled 'Cause all my worries fled

Niggas wanna stop me like the Nazi Getting money like Illuminati Look up and see the palm trees, fuck everybody Palm trees, fuck everybody All I see is the money, buried over the struggle I know religion got me, too cheap to sell my soul though So fuck every commy, palm trees Fuck everybody, palm trees Clearly these niggas can't see me like black & white TV So pretend that you hear me like Stevie Let's call it, leave and fuck you We've been discussing our salary You chiefin, pass the blunt, Pray that you live, have a dissy Tires screeching, swerving paparazzi I could have relieve in 91 gas from Chevron, Rolls Royce like Heron Warrior like play on girls, they like to cling on Give em hard dick one time then that boy gone I bop Ferrari to my latest songs, H Crown, did 5, glad my nigga made it home These bitches fronting, claiming they ain't hoes Actin like the single life, the way that go ball all alone Alright neighborhood, I feel alone 8 bedrooms, let my thoughts roam And one day king will realize his throne When you pop T-Raww, morals in you fairly strong I love making that shit that you can sing along Getting head while you're high That's my way you're getting blown Used to talk to these kids through the Styrofoam Now we talk for millions on the microphone Jewelry cashed back then the zip locked No job to them rogue niggas Kick rocks, white socks Clean nigga, court side, Fact not, see you making it rain, nigga that's all you got All night, that's what you got Fuck with me baby, make sure you leave with a what Course you ain't bad, fuck your cash, I pay my tab Make you a star in real life, fuck a blog nigga Niggas wanna stop me like the Nazi Getting money like Illuminati Look up and see the palm trees, fuck everybody Palm trees, fuck everybody All I see is the money, buried over the struggle I know religion got me, too cheap to sell my soul though So fuck every commy, palm trees Fuck everybody, palm trees

June, you're a jenius Do what we want entertainment And can't be fucked with incorporated Smack a nigga ass LLC I'm on some cold gangsta shit I might get blocked out the industry (i am) Ain't wifin no hoes, no couple goals (can't do it) Still don't feel my enemies (i am) Ain't squashin' no beef, i'm fryin' it (hibachi) If it 'bout the money, i'm tryin' it (i'm tryin', i am) My price went high, it's thrity, a brick (what 'evs) Water been tight, flyin' in (whoosh) Let's say, "Goodbye" to the ghetto (hello, hello) And, "Welcome" to wealth, 90210 (rich bitch) What's happenin', gates? Mulholland estate I might turn this bitch to the trap though (skeet) And there go the neighborhood Neighbors been bitching' cause they heard The lamb' in the driveway At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (sheesh) It sounds like a plane when I drive away Might put a rolls on a lawn Fuck it ain't got no alarm New Richard Mille on my arm (factory) I'ma king, you a pawn (nigga) I'm a legend, 2pac, biggie, big pun, wu, raekwon (i am) New Ms to the city In detroit more than big sean (facts) I'm on some cold gangsta shit I got a lil' bitch on the westside Couples of hittas from South Memphis And another lil' hitta from eastside I can adapt to the pain I understand the poverty (poor) Why would I let a record label fuck over us When I did the robberies? (never gon' happen) They told me watch what I say in these raps (why) Fore they fuck around, sentence me And you better watch what you say out your mouth (shh) Whenever you mention me You not relatable I'm a street nigga and that not debatable Tryna buy loyalty, they not available I got a hundred round dick on this AR Now hold this tableble All my bitches bad, tens Bitch love so what, fuck her Hold up, we hitttin' the benz, yeah Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby) Yeah, motherfucker, we friends, shit 'Long she down, i'm up, bitch Don't ask my name, i'm doggy Get the head twice, dont call me Heard she had fire, i'm stalky Beat her ass down in the office Make her hit the (?) in the benz Lean, weed, drink Bitch one-off, get painted X was a ho, we ain't Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can't Gotta pay me to perc' no shit, I'm famous Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm rainin' Put in the earth, make 'er keep goin' Then put in her hair Link one, told me lil' ho, these scared Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin' 380 for the war What they want for the 'Claren I just want the truck, I'm sayin "Skrrt" (no cap) Heard you wan' fuck, take a chance (come on) If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (he is) 200 in chains, i'm dancin' Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (ho, rat) All five cars not rented (none of 'em) None of these bitches can check me (none of 'em) Ask around, "who run the city?" me (Who you know run the city)

Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I can retro my jersey, I been doin' this shit Couple niggas try, couple don't survive Championship rings, one to all the guys You fucked up then she fucked up, why you act surprised? You don't own the pussy, guess you can't accept the fact she lied Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Mama was a ho, I guess that's how a mama raised him Daddy was a pussy nigga so I guess she fucked with suckers All she know was lame ass niggas, look at her brother Gotti, where you been, where you been? I been out the scene countin' millions by the teens I been on vacation chillin', fuckin' bitches friends I been kinda silent, still slidin' gettin' revenge Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I'm the streets MVP, it don't get real as this

I got a check, check, check, beep Bitch I go ta check, check, check Bitch I got a check, check, check I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you se me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check Uh, I got my check up, I need a check up Watch on me so cold, chain on me so froze Check, I got them hoes, check, designer clothes I got them bows, plus I got them o's Going hard nigga, I do too, I got shooters nigga, what bout you Valet park nigga there's my coupe Popping bottles nigga, there's my crew That pussy good, ass fat, head right, nigga that's my boo A real nigga, you ain't one, hate on me, that's what you do Uh I'm in my zone, uh, my money long Sipping on that sirock, inhaling all of the strong On my young nigga shit, rollie with the belt I'm on my rich nigga shit, Rolls Royce are better I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you see me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check I put on for my city, go strong when I kick it Got a bad girl's club, a gang of bad bitches Black down, ap, ...bp, white them, mula No damning, ...ace of spades, no cards ...that glow in the dark I got soft, I go hard, start to beating my favorite card The California my favorite car, The land ...my favorite bar I hit the club, my jays on, they out now They stood on the boss Selling dope my first job, getting money, they worst thought I'm in this bitch with my home boys Big jewelry, no bodyguard I pull up, like who this, thugged out, I do this Checking on my dollar sign, get money on my to do list, hey! I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you see me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check Check, check, bitch I'm on deck Flexing, flexing, looking like a jet I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check.