| The system is designed for you to be apart of it |
| Declare your independence |
| The Div |
| Pac Div (Whuddup!) |
| Be Young (Whuddup!) |
| Big Mibbs (Whuddup!) |
| Like |
| I send a highfive to all my homies (Hey!) |
| Middle finger to all the police (Hey!) |
| And I bust shots at all the phonies (Hey!) |
| But if you’ve been down from day one |
| You know that we be up all night, like cemetery niggas |
| If you lack our sight, you ain’t a visionary nigga |
| I check my flight on my intinuary nigga |
| When I say I’m fly I meant literally nigga |
| Independant nigga, do it on my own |
| Cali bread baby, so I do it for my home |
| Don’t spend my career trying to keep up with the jones’s |
| Maybe in 10 years we gon' feel like the Ramon’s |
| It’s on (Mhm), praise the lord. Lets hop in your Honda and get on a course |
| Remember the days when we all slept on the floor |
| Now it’s hotel suites and I can’t remember my floors |
| So. |
| Highfive to all my homies (Hey!) |
| Middle finger to all the police (Hey!) |
| And I bust shots at all the phonies (Hey!) |
| But if you’ve been down from day one |
| Fangs cobra, venom in the range rover |
| Currensy exchanged, now we bring the change over |
| Payola, dope now we make quotas |
| Girls in my sheets, let 'em go and play toga |
| Tape yoga, niggas smokin' eighth quarter |
| At the border dogs prolly smelling stank on us |
| Can’t clone 'em, live and you know the script |
| Men on fire, so we start Jim Rome N' Shit |
| Scream on 'em, and I let the team on 'em |
| Either way it go it feel like killer bees swarmin' |
| Won’t knock a niggas ground, but I spill his beans for em |
| These niggas foolin' fans, they just stealing seeds for em' |
| Huh. |
| Highfive to all my homies (Hey!) |
| Middle finger to all the police (Hey!) |
| And I bust shots at all the phonies (Hey!) |
| But if you’ve been down from day one |
| You Know. You Know. |
| Thankful to see another day |
| Thanking god for opportunities that come my way |
| 'long as my people get paid, 'long as we grubbin' straight |
| We tryin' to eat 'till we full so grab another plate |
| Peace signs to our supporters cause your love is great |
| And middle fingers to the ones who hate |
| Has some drama up at the labels, sorry for the wait |
| But you know with patience, comes greatness so better late. then never |
| However, we been cookin' up at the hideout, scribblin' you’s a whiteout |
| Just so you could vibe out. Smoke 2 when you ride out |
| Cleanin' up all my wrongs. Tryin' to take the right route |
| They tryin' to take the life out |
| Our essence, but we hold it near and dear next to the bible |
| And our Smith and Wesson, givin' blessings in a form of 16's |
| One in the chamber, one in the head of executives fuckin' the game up |
| One in the head of Roxy, for fuckin' the name up |
| One in the head of police for they criminal nature |
| Discriminating against my people’s whos hatreds |
| Infinite ways to love, my niggas lets make it |
| And oh yeah. |
| Highfive to all my homies (Hey!) |
| Middle finger to all the police (Hey!) |
| And I bust shots at all the phonies (Hey!) |
| But if you’ve been down from day one |
| You Know. You Know. |
| Highfive to all my homies (Hey!) |
| Middle finger to all the police (Hey!) |
| And I bust shots at all the phonies (Hey!) |
| But if you’ve been down from day one |
| You Know. You Know. |