| I erase 'em, California
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| That fragrance, mad payments
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| Fake places, California
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| I don’t wanna be the one that’s left behind
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| I love the way you lie
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| Tryna get my money bag straight this time
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| The hills is goin' decide (Yeah)
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| LA, Westside, mama scared most of the time
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| Lookin' behind, what’s this so called life
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| Shawty run my other phone, yeah
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| Fake faces, gotta cut 'em off, yeah
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| Fake faces, they don’t problem solve, yeah
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| My faith is from the cameras, yeah
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| Flash-flash, I’ma take the pictures for my fam', damn
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| Show 'em I’ve made it, flashbacks
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| To the pictures from way back
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| The kids were like «Who's that? |
| Who’s that?»
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| Now I do Hollywood, yeah
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| Copies everywhere like a walkie talkie
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| I’ma run the lobby, speak to nobody
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| San Gabriel Valley, I might crash your party, like
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| Yeah, you made it, you’ve been anxious
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| But you made it, California
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| Conversations 'til the sunrise
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| When you stop by, California
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| I don’t wanna be the one that’s left behind
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| I love the way you lie
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| I don’t wanna be the one to lose my mind
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| I know you know
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| Somebody put some brakes on me
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| I really need rest on me
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| Pops callin' up every couple days
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| I’m smilin' so he could think I’m straight
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| Why can’t I tell the truth?
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| Playin' J. Cole back then, with a clear end goal
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| Like it all made sense, I needed myself
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| And nobody else, okay, let’s go, uh
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| From how it looks, man, it’s hard to complain
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| Man, I just been prayin' that when I get older
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| That I got some smile in me that can remain
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| My money is long but I got some new issues
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| That feel like as long as they government names
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| Man, all I could wish is the mask that I wear
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| And the face that’s below it is lookin' the same, like
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| (Oh, oh, oh) You been in this fight, I can see it in your eyes, like
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| (Oh, oh, oh) I made up my mind, I don’t wanna waste no time
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| Money makin', while we’re breakin'
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| It’s amazin', California
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| Celebrate it or berate it
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| It’s been fated, California
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| Oh, Maria, the hills are swarmin'
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| With dead ends and the bots performin'
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| Don’t mistake it, you can break big
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| 'Til you get sick, hm
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| Shut the fuck up, don’t wake another neighbor (Yeah, shut the fuck up)
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| I don’t know you and I don’t want to later (Later)
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| Praying to God I never run out of his favor
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| But we don’t make the textbooks on our best behavior, do we?
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| I’m the antihero in my own damn movie (Movie)
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| All my exes write songs that I’m based on, loosely
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| Take after my ma, I can be choosy
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| I can be choosy, oh
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| And when the sky looks like a painting
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| That’s when you look down
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| California
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| Money makin', while we’re breakin'
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| California
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| (But you made it, California)
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| California
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| California
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| (But you made it, California)
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| California |