[Verse 1: Blanco]
Yeah, I'm into finer things, I'm into buying things
And I don't mean just to so I can say that I'm a Cali king
I got my [?] on, Nike's on, feeling like I'm right at home
Colder than the ice up in my styrofoam
I know the feds want my iPhone
But I'mma grind untill they throw me and that iron hole
And when I get out I'mma get it tenfold
And when I get it I'mma kick it in the door
And everything life has to offer
But life is cheap so it'll cost you
I got some skeletons in my closet
Some motherfuckers tried to rob me now they in a [?]
That's a message if you're plotting
Conscious, [?] my revolver
I got some hungry ass lawyers
The type it take to build a case and beat the shit for you
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Styles P]
Smoking in the Bay so Jackie give me the K
Funny thing, I was a jacker back in the day
Run up in the spot with the trey pound
Everybody lay down
We got it cheap, 20 for the K now
I don't give a damn if your man wrong
Told you that if your mans strong
Eating roasted crab out in [?]
Try to open your eyes in a sandstorm
That's like seeing ghost, loading guns and [?] coke
I'll shoot you and take your herb cause I need to smoke
I'm a gangster 'til I die cause I took the oath
Tell Blanco, homie, go on the console
Roll the cookies up, show them niggas how the dons roll
Drinking [?] 'till your minds blown
Spending money, having fun, so the time's flown
If you ain't got no money get your grind on
And I don't need diamonds to keep the shine on
Yeah, I'm into finer things, I'm into buying things
And I don't mean just to so I can say that I'm a Cali king
I got my [?] on, Nike's on, feeling like I'm right at home
Colder than the ice up in my styrofoam
I know the feds want my iPhone
But I'mma grind untill they throw me and that iron hole
And when I get out I'mma get it tenfold
And when I get it I'mma kick it in the door
And everything life has to offer
But life is cheap so it'll cost you
I got some skeletons in my closet
Some motherfuckers tried to rob me now they in a [?]
That's a message if you're plotting
Conscious, [?] my revolver
I got some hungry ass lawyers
The type it take to build a case and beat the shit for you
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Styles P]
Smoking in the Bay so Jackie give me the K
Funny thing, I was a jacker back in the day
Run up in the spot with the trey pound
Everybody lay down
We got it cheap, 20 for the K now
I don't give a damn if your man wrong
Told you that if your mans strong
Eating roasted crab out in [?]
Try to open your eyes in a sandstorm
That's like seeing ghost, loading guns and [?] coke
I'll shoot you and take your herb cause I need to smoke
I'm a gangster 'til I die cause I took the oath
Tell Blanco, homie, go on the console
Roll the cookies up, show them niggas how the dons roll
Drinking [?] 'till your minds blown
Spending money, having fun, so the time's flown
If you ain't got no money get your grind on
And I don't need diamonds to keep the shine on
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