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Came on the mic, on the microphone
It's young J, I'ma be tore at my home
I'ma show you how I ride when I sit on chrome
I'ma do it for the state where I'm well known
28 be exact
Yeah we right down at the bottom at the south of the map
Right by Mexico where my ancestors at
I ain't never been a fake, I'ma tell you the fact
It's a lot of different things gonna distract you
They gonna wait to have to see how you react to it
It's about to get built like a statue
To have a clean slate, gotta put it through a vacuum
Rather oversimplify than complicate it
Peripheral vision been getting cloudy lately
I'm living a mission digging it out the pavement
Not tripping about a statement
I'm literally about to make it
And they don't know my name, don't know my story yet
You expected shallow, but I'm more in depth
Popping out the lenses on my shades
Only way I take prescriptions to the face
And THC the brand that's on my logo
Make your rivals idols that's a no-no
You take the time to write 'em on a photo
Ricky Davis, you should be taking shots at your own goal
They say hate is real, love is fake, I don't need that
Got up out the state so I can stay where my peace at
Now I'm on my way, where the jakes and the geeks at
Ten toes down on the paved with my feet
They say hate is real, love is fake, I don't need that
Got up out the state so I can stay where my peace at
Now I'm on my way, where the jakes and the geeks at
Ten toes down
These people can't do nothing that I can't do
I'm thinking if they did it, baby I can too
Excuse if I'm flexing a little bit extra
I been up on a sideline calling for next up
My first take freestyle sound like the best of
We ain't going no where, so don't puff your chest up
Meanwhile, I gotta re-up the best stuff
Cause all that cheap cut, dog, you don't need
I'm in my lane swinging like a slab on I-10
Pulling more strings than a class with violins
Moving with the sharks, made a splash and dived in
I do it for the art, not the cash and iced wrist
I do it for the state and the place I'm from
My whole neighborhood wanna get on a song
Everybody knows I'm going way back home
I got a trophy in my hand on my lap for sure
They say hate is real, love is fake, I don't need that
Got up out the state so I can stay where my peace at
Now I'm on my way, where the jakes and the geeks at
Ten toes down