[Hook]
Still up in a Chrysler, rollin’ with my bro bro
California dreamin’ keepin’ shit up on the low-low
Serious about this, got a tattoo of my logo
I’m about to blow up, take a photo with me before I become a Virtuoso
[Verse 1]
Keep the family close though
They my only friends now, y’know how we get down
Do this independent and ignoring all the critics
They ain’t heard my fuckin’ music but they tellin’ me to quit it
Don’t you think that’s interesting? I do this all from home
They open for the three cause I’m always in my zone
Fighting for acceptance from a fuckin’ Filipino
Homie, if my skin could talk then you could hear it in my tone
I just wanna pay my bills and stay away from drugs
When I overdosed on coke, man I don’t know who that was
Met a foreign little freak at an industry event
She was crazy in the bed, but more-so crazy in the head
So yeah, I had to let that go, this game is dangerous
These hoes distracting me, I ain’t even famous yet
Rappers all around me, I’m never intimidated
Rappers all around me, all their shit is imitated
[Hook]
I love openin’ my mind up, love the shit I don’t know
When all of my time’s up, will God tell me go home?
Greenpeace do not like me, I’m fuckin’ up the ozone
Cause I come with fire and I never will retire
But, I’m still up in a Chrysler, rollin’ with my bro bro
California dreamin’ keepin’ shit up on the low-low
Serious about this, got a tattoo of my logo
I’m about to blow up, take a photo with me before I become a Virtuoso
[Verse 2]
Motorcycle, GoPro
See the road I’m takin’, I can’t lie I’m facin’
So so much anxiety, I blame it on society
Tell me that they like my music, I will tell you finally
Finally I made the choice to get my shit together
Finally I’ve realized that I won’t live forever
Finally they weight is gettin’ lighter on my shoulders
Now I’m lookin’ at myself, like finally I’m startin’ over
I just wanna live my best life, don’t wanna regret mine
Only time I’ll ever quit is red meat during Lent time
Fragile like I’m Tech N9ne, will I make the headlines?
Should’ve died when they put that machete to my neckline
Sixteen ain’t enough, I need more like a hundred-mil
But, fuck makin’ a song about a dream that’s unfulfilled
Editing these videos, I gained another skill
Give my family my fortune when I die, I got the will
Moved around so much that we lost all our VHS tapes
Now there’s nothing that could help me relive all my best days
You stuck on social media, you tryin’ to find the next wave
You lyin’ to me if you sayin’ that you saw my text late
Ironic no one wants to work, but wants to influence
If you wanna stop me, muthafucka do your best
You could see my eye-bags, I don’t get alotta rest
Everything is twice as wild when you comin’ from the west, from the west
Gotta flex, gotta flex, gotta show that I ain’t stressed
Let’s forget I’m in debt, leavin’ hoes nothin’ but net
Man that’s wet, you no threat
When I rap, you upset
I don’t bang, but don’t test
Got some Kuyas with the tech
This is life now, homie yeah I signed up
Everything’s a mind-fuck, tryna make my time come
Rappers all around me, I’m never intimidated
Rappers all around me, all their shit is imitated
[Hook]
I love openin’ my mind up, love the shit I don’t know
When all of my time’s up, will God tell me go home?
Greenpeace do not like me, I’m fuckin’ up the ozone
Cause I come with fire and I never will retire
But, I’m still up in a Chrysler, rollin’ with my bro bro
California dreamin’ keepin’ shit up on the low-low
Serious about this, got a tattoo of my logo
I’m about to blow up, take a photo with me before I become a Virtuoso
