the rut

Here to kill this shit be a household name I could use the bread but it's all about the game All about the art of the show Everyday working on my cadence and my flow Give myself a year and I'm thinking that I'm gone California dreaming isn't just a fucking song Need to be up in the shit Compton would be perfect Time to chase this dream totally independent Working on these goals Never backing down Never selling my soul I could say the world is fucked bit everybody knows Jumped out the rut Now I could give a fuck Ima stay blazed homie Roll that weed up I see the days ahead stacking tons of bread Fine bitches all in my bead getting head Go and do another show Usually high on them hydrocodones Shit helps to get me in the zone Even though I should leave the shit alone yeah I know yeah I know High on this rap shit like I'm doing blow Jumped out the rut Now I could give a fuck Ima stay blazed homie Roll that weed up Never slacking on this rap shit Guns packing for your head I'm not violent but I'm blasting Anyone trying to cause harm Not alarmed just ready Tension on the streets is heavy Better sharpen my machete Jumped out the rut Now I could give a fuck Ima stay blazed homie Roll that weed up