Hella Sideways

[Verse 1] I wanted to be chose. Induct her with a rose You know the position you're on requires hella ebb and flow You're trying to pimp the game. You're trying to benzo switch your lane Ferrari Enzo dreams followed by the police, ode to Sting Wishing for anything more than what you entered with Living for the moment probably would be to your benefit But we don't want to fall now. No-one wants to have the slightest slip Vacation's got to be a timely trip. Only advice is this Son don't lose yourself in a world that brings you down And never let them fall if those tears belong to clowns Let them drown. Rest in Peace son of a B's And ponder what could have been out of moments I couldn't leave I'll die young soon as I've got way too full a plate to eat "Choke on those detrimental words you shall." Burn Yoda til my speech patterns start to blur MacArthur Blvd to East One Third, nigga I've been everywhere You're scared to learn the ins and outs, don't recognize how real a life I lead and roam the places that I'm seldom seen However long I've got til they catch up to me The infamous nature of fame, falling out of grace, niggas change If my phone does ring and at this point I'm seeing double Then double over and yuke it up for everything it's worth I'm talking dollars upon dollars, models, the whole package With a catalog to match it. What's that money about? Nigga, not a damn thing Niggas take that overstated, underwhelming, funny route Leave it off the grid, see what you're really about Master of the unknown, two ET's in one home Fist prepared to unload just in case them guns drawn I stay out of situations that could be the end of me Still got the remedy. A blunt to burn and hella Hennessy Eventually the words you say won't mean as much as what you do Or stories told by people that you knew. (Or thought you knew) [Verse 2] It's a long road and tough times on the grind Like a bird with it's wings clipped, got flying on my mind Remember my granny's funeral, trying not to cry But damn when we got home I broke down, I couldn't hold it in Look. Days of struggle. I'm somewhere on the bubble Of cocky and more humble it has brought me much trouble Can I live? Can I just believe for now that it'll get better? Man I was destined for this Like B. Knowles and Kelly. Bed of roses ready They start choosing up like we're going steady Now it's going belly up, the money ain't right Because you could spend a fortune up long as that money ain't mine Earning my keep like ashes of a past wife Dying so young, attraction to a fast life Only one, before you leave make sure that that's right Loaded guns, hope they don't take me while I have time [Verse 3] Hold up. Load up the blunts You know me bruh I fuck with sativa and indica I feel like I'm about to float away I'm hella high leaning sideways. Country nigga spitting from the Bay Gas like Garrett Morgan's mask, it's a classic That's the man invented it and plus one for the black kids Plus one for the white kids, plus one for the Mexicans Plus one for the gay kids, we all gotta make it In this mother fucker. So start by loving one another Don't want the kid my nigga? Grab a rubber It ain't hard. What's hard is finding a job What's hard is walking through East Oakland and not getting robbed I mean... these niggas ain't paying me no way So fuck the world I swear man I'mma make my own lane I breath it in, I take this pen, I spit this cocaine Dro running through my whole brain The strong stand baby