| I grew up out west, Lockwood, Chicago Ave
|
| They used to beat my ass 'til I started fighting back
|
| Moved to OP, I was OC
|
| Mowgli, grew up with gorillas and some snakes, niggas phonies
|
| Bad ass nigga, throwin' trash yellin' Kobe
|
| If you go Curry, I’ma go Ginobili
|
| Tear drops float over me, hope my ex get over me
|
| I witnessed the older me die in that death match
|
| Why are we drones, so alive in this gridlock
|
| Bad bitch wedlock, used to make her bed rock
|
| Rock bottom, can’t get up, like a headshot
|
| Head strong but dead wrong like a landlocked dreadnaught
|
| Dread not shawty, uh, why play bad cop?
|
| It’s too many bad cops, it’s too many damn ops
|
| Fufu nigga stand down, don’t make JuJu stand up
|
| Do you like some dandruff, dust you with these hands bruh
|
| Shawty bad as fuck, what
|
| I think she a dancer
|
| I think she a cancer
|
| But I’ma moon lander
|
| Move like a caveman, down comes the spaceman
|
| Make way, make space man
|
| Down comes the spaceman
|
| Make way, make space man
|
| Down comes the spaceman
|
| Make way, make space man
|
| Down comes the spaceman
|
| Make way, make space man
|
| Down comes the spaceman
|
| I’m so spaced agent
|
| I grew up Austin Ave where they used to beat my ass, yeah
|
| Started fighting back but I still got my ass whooped
|
| Blood on the curb where I learned to use my words
|
| And now the whole block tote Glocks like the purge
|
| I knew I ain’t belong so I started writing songs
|
| I was looking for a home like Kanye on Cottage Grove
|
| I was lowkey, undercover like I caught a cold
|
| Still mopey, sad as fuck, in search of pot of gold
|
| That pot turned to dollars, then dollars turned into adios
|
| Before the flight talk to grandma, she know where I be goin'
|
| To the moon and then back and I haven’t packed all my bags
|
| But I plan to land and then put my foot down and then put the flag in
|
| Beauty around like a pageant since I found what I was passionate 'bout
|
| Family adament 'bout my cap and a gown
|
| I can imagine it now, how happy they sound
|
| If I were to get a masters or at least a bachelor out, down |