A young West Coast, yeah, I was a teenager
Sold weed with my mom
So we could get some paper sorry, mom
I know it makes you mad but I understand
I never judge 'cause no
Money ever ever came from dad, yuh
We did what we could and kids in
School were the worst
Makin' fun of me 'cause I
Always wore the same purse
But I always had the same
To only settle for worse
Do what I can, never stop with my plan
Till I lay in a motherf*ckin' hearse, hearse
Life is a bitch and then you die, die
RIP you gave me reasons why
To never stop and give this music a shot
F*ck all the haters, celebrate why we great
Love one another no matter
Their color or religion
Give thanks before it's too late waves
And they keep questioning
And they keep crashing in waves
And they keep questioning
And they keep crashing in waves
Tried to get discovered and get a record deal
Then I met Rob Dyrdek and he said I was real
So I stayed pursuing my dreams
All the while being on TV
Little did I know the same shit makin' me
Blow up was makin' my music seem weak, yuh
Fast forward, I got a deal with Polow
I love you for life but that deal was
So bad I just had to fly solo
On to the next
Flyin' to Miami to meet Lil Wayne
I played him my shit, he flip
And now I'm MCing big game
I'm forever grateful and forever repping
That Young Money love
But then drama hit and that's when
I didn't see one buck shit, I can't explain
So again I had to do me
Standin' in the rain
But that's just how it be
Been through hell and back, contracts
Haters on my Insta talk trash
Double XL won't call back
But I'll never ever fall back waves
And they keep questioning
And they keep crashing in waves
And they keep questioning
And they keep crashing in waves