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Hey, ho ass nigga, give me your shit, Nigga. Rollin' around the hood and ain't got a Motherfuckin' dime, nigga. Your car smells tropical, my nigga. Yeah, that's a fact. I put that on rap, this slap. We bringin' California shit back. That's a fact. I put that on Gac, this slap. We bringin' killer Cali shit back. Yeah, that's fact. It's all about the money, women, Weather, and weed. Killa California, That's home to me. Ain't no doubt about it, this is what I See. We're real Gs, nigga, please believe. That's a fact. That's fact. Stepped out, so rap. Get hit with the tech, shots back to back. Drop back, was flat, I had the gat. Reload the clip, cock back the strap. Now we at the pad, and we takin' hella Shots back to back. I just let off hella shots back to back. Now the homie yellin' out, "Kick back, relax." So I grab the bag, did half the sack. Now I'm feelin' like Jason, grab my mask. There's one more nigga that I have to blast. Then I ran out the pad as fast as Flash. that's fact. I put that on rap, This slap. We bringin' California shit back. That's a fact. I put that on Gac, this slap. We bringin' killer Cali shit back. Yeah, that's a fact. It's all about the money, Women, weather, and weed. Killa California, that's home to me. Ain't no doubt about it, this is what I See. We're real Gs, nigga, please believe. That's a fact. Nigga, we on top of the map. Make it slap so hard it'll blow out your Back. Pack strap in the 'lac, tryna get at Your bitch. Lookin' flyer than a pimp, pockets fat Full of chips. 'Bout to dip, told the bitch, "This is not your cheese." Then reply, "Bitch, I'm fly and too cold to Freeze." Nigga, please, I'm a G, you know you Heard about me. Goin' crazy on the West, Puttin' rappers to sleep. On the creep, I'm a beast, makin' beats for The streets. Now give me the weed and let Me proceed 'cause you ain't fuckin' with me. Make sure my song's 'cause I'm ice on. I'm heavyweight, so don't hesitate. Couldn't serve you with a dinner plate. Motherfuckers know I never play. I'm OJ, comin' for any rapper with juice. Hittin' switches on the Bronco, I'm ready to cut Loose. Give me room, I'm too damn cool, And that's that. Representin' Cali rap, my nigga, And that's a fact. Yeah, that's fact. I put that on rap, this slap. We bringin' California shit back. That's a fact. I put that on Gac, this slap. We bringin' killer Cali shit back. Yeah, that's It's all about the money, women, Weather, and weed. Killa California, That's home to me. Ain't no doubt about it, this is what I See. We're real Gs, nigga, please believe. That's Yeah, yeah, you don't want no smoke, blood Chimney prone. Bad for niggas, gut-chucking like a Kidney stone. I'm inflatable like Thanos with Infinity stones. You seem to be strong, god like A Diddy clone. Off ambrosia, swervin' braids, Slow to respond. The third is a charm, I'm Stackin' hoes, gang is Khan. Hella baby mamas, they be like Decepticons. Amazing I'm lookin' for a yacht to be on. The money mission, keep your distance from them Uncle and Tom. They fumblin' all, stumble while the Braids on calm. Near and afar, the fade game Is always a jar. Suggest that you run 'cause Anybody here can get charged. Built to be spar, a Spartan boy, I look To the stars for validation. Been havin' conversations with God. Just tryna pinpoint the reasons why a nigga went Wrong. Every nigga got his season, I just push Like pause, verse. Yeah, that's a on rap, this slap. We bringin' California shit back. That's a fact. I put that on Gac, this slap. We bringin' killer Cali shit back. Yeah, that's a fact. It's all about the money, Women, weather, and weed. Killa California, that's home to me. Ain't no doubt about it, this is what I See. We're real Gs, nigga, please believe. That's a fact.