SO OAKLAND (feat. D-Beezy Baby) - 90sitcom

It's D-Beezy Baby This is some real life shit I ain't just wake up one day and start writing shit I been working on it since wearing diapers That's why i'm cold and all my lyrics is fire They know i'm a real life threat I step in the building, i grab the attention I step to the microphone, murder the session Give everyone dap and then exit the building Like fuck is a conversation Man the money been waiting on me man Might of took a second just to learn it Now i gotta habit, i just gotta touch it man So ain't no discussion 'less it is the subject That's a tip from niggas that be thuggin' man If you focus on it, guaranteed to grow it Or you steady hoping, wishing, wondering Hell nah, nah hell nah ay Hope you understand Had to create my plan Made myself the man Cooler than a fan This that late night jam Told me i couldn't but i can Everything is for the fam Making nothing but gems just hold out your hand Never taught the ropes Holding on to hope Used to choke on every word i spoke Haters wishing they can have me revoked Bottled up the pain, it comes as i write Momma had to teach me ways to be polite Despite she was always sad No man can claim me, i was made in a lab Hit that button and watch me spazz I be speaking at the mic I be chasing these checks like Nike No mario but she want the pipe Rolling backwoods just to get through the night Confident in myself, i feel luckier than a charm Make some space i gotta stretch out my arms Gotta get the bag, i don't care how long Circle stay small no ping pong Year later, they screaming he's on And now they wanna watch me Kicking shit up like Rock Lee Switching the diet we only eat broccoli Self made niggas, only reason we cocky If you having trouble you can go ahead and copy I can hear them hating through the sound Just tryna get the bag and make my momma proud I hate keeping promises, i rather keep vows But you know i Hope you understand Had to create my plan Made myself the man Cooler than a fan This that late night jam Told me i couldn't but i can Everything is for the fam Making nothing but gems just hold out your hand Hope you understand Had to create my plan Made myself the man Cooler than a fan This that late night jam Told me i couldn't but i can Everything is for the fam Making nothing but gems just hold out your hand Stacking stacking stacking stacking up I'm like a greedy nigga steady snacking I been busting busting my ass day and night It ain't no need to ask me how it happen Cuz it took a lot And i can't put words to this shit, if i wanted that's something it's not Somebody told me it'd never be easy a long time ago but i prolly forgot Cuz i took the shit hard as hell When i put my music out and spread the word but it was hard to sell Everybody said they loved my shit but ain't shared my shit Or even listen it was hard to tell Don't make a difference, cuz i know that it's the shit And it's prepared so well That i promise you can barely tell Matter fact by the time you get about this far in the song Shit you already used to the smell And that's on purpose Hope you understand Had to create my plan Made myself the man Cooler than a fan This that late night jam Told me i couldn't but i can Everything is for the fam Making nothing but gems just hold out your hand

Featuring boots (the coup) Yeah, to the break of dawn, you know? let's do this Niggas in oakland all day long Be pimping these hoes from dusk til dawn Making cash real fast and you know it's on Hanging on the streets of oakland All we do is smoke that weed And drink brew on the ave til we get keyed And a little bit of head is all we need Hanging on the streets of oakland Welcome to the danger zone, where the niggas don't play that Every man for self, the rule is to stay strapped Cause rat packers try to jack that ass From the jealousy that's built in the streets when you stack cash And they'll blast, hoping they can get get it Punk, so if you got it, you best to get with it Or quit it, cause niggas be flipping over dope and Your friends might get you if you're slipping in oakland Yeah, so don't play no punk-ass nigga close Cause they'll mash on your cash and get ghost And don't say ant banks didn't warn ya About the loced-ass gangstas killing in california That's where i'm from, nigga, rolling in my g-ride Hey, you gonna see me slide when i'm on the eastside Making all my fucking gitnotes Making sure my gat straight smitnokes, smobbing with my fitnokes That's all we doing is the town is seeing bitches clowning Kicking back getting high lounging It really doesn't matter what you do, yo chilling with your crew You're sipping on a brew, you're pimping bitches too And the shit don't bother me if that's how it's gotta be Then macking these hoes should be equality See, the game goes deep when you're rolling Hanging on the streets of oakland Nighttime falls and everybody's perking No punks around so funks occurring But the sideshow's back and everybody's flossing In they ride trying to side and all the freaks are tossing And brother with bump, trunk of funk is knocking Candy paint on they ride keeps the bitches jocking Knowing you's a balling-ass nigga everybody hates Rolling in the town with a pound straight dropping weight Blowing up like dynamite Selling weed, yey, angel dust, hop, and china white Fuck it, you're making duckets, never riding buckets Playing punk bitches like puppets Yo, but there's a lot of fake counterfeit macks Playa hating on they homies trying to dry cat To look good for the hoes, man these niggas ain't joking Boy, you get that ass smoked in oakland Aw yeah, the coup is up in here, and we be talking about the Real. motherfuckas know that we know, that they know, that we Know the deal. now the originality of our principality is that We don't play the pimp. but the reality of our locality, and You'll learn this gradually, is that motherfuckas do this shit To pay their rent. but here's a hint: how we gonna get it straight When we bent? shit, see i ain't never had shit but my stripes And my game and my life, and all them's just hand downs from my Grandaddy. yeah, i'm living large kidding with ant banks, but i'm Still hustling food stamps for my candy apple red caddy. alright...

Okay you slick You sly You stunt You pump You fly But can you thrive Okay you slick You sly You stunt You pump You fly But can you thrive You always talkin greasy Your claims got high cholesterol and I feel so anemic Snowfall, oh lord, homie 'tis the season Snow on the slope of my shoulder in case you feel like skiing But now you extra heated Oh and word of mouth really got you stressed Know it ain't working out but you still tryna flex oh Try not to struggle with that weight upon your chest And the pain maintaining reps cause you got another set But for now Keep frontin like it's all too easy Like the reason you ain't up is cause we're all too sleepy YAWN Mirrors don't lie Mirrors don't lie Okay you slick You sly You stunt You pump You fly But can you thrive Okay you slick You sly You stunt You pump You fly But can you thrive Okay I try maybe I think about the type of man I'm trynna be lately Like my physical and mental health need correlation I need you thinking bout what type of moves we finna make Cuz all that talk is just some slat Like why I gotta lack I don't even drive a 'lac No energy to run it back Gotta manifest my dream Reinvent the team I'm just a human being so you gotta let me be And I'll do the rest I run towards my goals but I could take an Uber X But we talking principals Boy you got more class than that They ain't even have half of that More ambition in a vision than an average lad You either live Or you die For the funds Cuz the funk don't lie No try So is you man of yo word Or just a man with some words You better get a tighter grip cuz we bout to raise the curve All this talking got me hungry bout to eat what I deserve Are you reaping what you learn Or are you seeking for the first Are you keeping what you earn Even finessors get finessed but hard working always works Okay you slick You sly You stunt You pump You fly But can you thrive Okay you slick You sly You stunt You pump You fly But can you thrive

No money for a fade up so we rocking amber rosa Been through some things yea that's just my vida loca I was just a kid tryna get up off that sofa Driving in a bucket we gon turn it to a rova No money for a fade up so we rocking Amber rosa Been through some things yea that's just my vida loca I was just a kid tryna get up off that sofa Driving in a bucket we gon turn it to a rova Uh yea tell me wassup with the fuss I been on the wave and over the bullshit when I was just catching the bus Hit up a girl playing them games and I was just trynna go fuck But she living at home with two older brothers I've never been one with the luck Yea these women they give me no taste Yea trynna be someone I ain't Yea trynna get you to my place Yea I never felt so out of place Yea I'm chilling alone in my feelings I'm feeling like fuck I don't got what it takes Yea my limits be hitting the brakes Yea feeling like I need a break Now I'm feeling myself the glow up is real about seven years they go by You see it yourself you liking my pics and now you want hit on my line And baby that's cool I'll keep it a buck you really just wasting your time I'm super content my family the shit they guiding me through all the lies No money for a fade up so we rocking amber rosa Been through some things yea that's just my vida loca I was just a kid tryna get up off that sofa Driving in a bucket we gon turn it to a rova No money for a fade up so we rocking Amber rosa Been through some things yea that's just my vida loca I was just a kid tryna get up off that sofa Driving in a bucket we gon turn it to a rova Ahh Ain't that crazy You ain't my girl You ain't my lady That's an Impala it ain't no Cedes Tryna hit Paula like "Call me maybe" Niggas want drama but that don't faze me Really that shit don't faze me That's word to Prince You'll play yourself tryna play me I'm mid day fade everything's looking hazy Uhh Never been a heartthrob Some pretty women give me lockjaw Missed a couple of them I could've knocked off Had you on my checklist Had to get you crossed off Everytime we cross paths Now you wanna pop off And I'm just so confused Cause this all started you were so amused Had to take a step back to get close to you But now I'm moving forward because I'm over you No money for a fade up so we rocking amber rosa Been through some things yea that's just my vida loca I was just a kid tryna get up off that sofa Driving in a bucket we gon turn it to a rova No money for a fade up so we rocking Amber rosa Been through some things yea that's just my vida loca I was just a kid tryna get up off that sofa Driving in a bucket we gon turn it to a rova

Dispatch calling from the moon Baby girl watch me zoom Wait, who the fuck is you Big pockets and it compliments my shoes Got Nike freerunners cuz they running from the dude You can catch me tree hunting while I'm writing haiku's Or at the club bird watching There's so much bread to get Like goddamn I ain't never really spent This much time in my head so reckless Got the beads, G-Shock no necklace With the muthafucking boys never never land Yea and we never never land Rooftop love songs like I'm Method Man I might marry the J and become breathless I might marry the K and now you heaven sent Pause that ain't my M O Shorts about the knees probably doesn't fit the dress code Martian Manhunter probably running up the set tho He said that he gon' leave a thousand times But he never goes Look ma ya boy is on the Truman show Where everybody's aspirations is a cubicle Where its cool to have a dream don't pursue it tho They said he finna go and jump but will he do it tho I guess we'll never know