I Can't Relate E

The future's in your- Gun got me rapping on knives, wonders of safety I said it's up now, ain't going nowhere, It's stuck now From sun up to sun down, Bazookas, no tre pound The big bad wolf blow This motherfucking shit down Lil' Red Riders in the Hood knocking shit down The shit's wild, I went to first class from Greyhounds Dorchester Hotels from snooties with them hoes down The Future's in your-So there ain't no looking back Now A million on the table, told 'em I Could never back down Oh, that's the homies in the background The Inspiration for everything I spit on the track now Well, that and the home I bought in Bev Hills When your zip code 90210, What a good feel DJ Quik, riding shotty in My shit, boy, this shit real To think I Did it all with no record deal Passed on Warner, Universal, and Mass Appeal I won't slip like Banana peels Banana clips coming out the TEC like It's massive steel But I got lil' homies that'll Rob and kill I'm talking six feet deep, No Robin Steele Western deals I ain't gotta do All that, I just rap and chill Collecting bills, No bill collectors, just collecting skrill Boy, I'm iller than Will The I'm spending money on The wrist now I'm riding Danas with the top down I'm fucking bitches at the Ritz now I can't Relate when they say life's a bitch now I'm spending money on the crib now I'm pulling Benzes on the block now I'm scooping bitches out the Hills now I can't Relate when they say life's a bitch now No mortgage, I bought that bitch cash I don't wanna come take your bitch back She just a weekend girl with a fun pass I'm just a Westside rider inside an S-Class She Suck it good for a guest pass Coachella, We had that shit on smash Wish I could Go back, a four rack compliment the deuce with The airbags The big homies just big if they Say word, don't you worry about that Just go Kick raps and get bags Put on for the Homies 'cause they gon' love you for that When I brought Jimmy to the hood, the homies loved Me for packs But I can't get into all That, that's a thing of the past I'm in The future like Marty and I ain't looking back Still wearing Dark Varns and my denim sag Red Bottoms, red strings with a chirp in my lap Riding through the hood with the heat in my Lap The I'm spending money on the wrist now I'm riding Danas with the top down I'm fucking bitches at the Ritz now I can't Relate when they say life's a bitch now I'm spending money on the crib now I'm pulling Benzes on the block now I'm scooping bitches out the Hills now I can't Relate when they say life's a bitch now The future's in your- If you- The future's in your-