Key: B major
Verse 1
Now how these fools claimin'
that they ballers,
claimin' that they gangstas
Most fools dropped out the gang,
gotta thank ya
Run up on a criminal with a steel,
I was shakin'
If you ain't talkin' bout bank,
by them Lakers
Talkin' like you're tough,
blunts like Jamaica
Belly long so homie tell
em it's a danger
Young brown and dangerous,
banging in your city changing
Holding down the wild west,
They coming up for an autograph, haters
They talk about drama,
Inked up from the front, back balling
In my own zone,
watching payroll grow
Laughing at these little haters,
cause they don't know
I'm just in my own zone,
but they don't know
But they don't know
but they don't know
But they don't know
But they don't know,
But they don't know
But they don't know
These haters want what I got
I keep holding my block
but they don't know
Hollow point tips, but they don't know
but they don't know
Hit it in the studio every time I flow
And blow it out,
fools act like they don't know
now it's flowing out
Getting paid, talking about
what fools don't know about
And I do it the best
From the South of California
What the streets created
So they better hold it back
And I represent the motherfuckin' West
to my death
Bringin' gangbang symphonies
And mentally I'm killin' em
Levels, hey, but they don't know
the world while they feelin'
I'm just in my own zone
But they don't know
But they don't know
But they don't know
But they don't know
But they don't know
But they don't know
Break the mold, make a chain
But they don't know
But they don't know
These haters want what I got
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsBm Em C G Cm
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