Deep Ends - Eighty Lyrics

We was on that
F*ck the Prada, let's f*ck up some up enchiladas
And pissing off my momma' with cousin to cousin drama
We kick it at mi casa, my papa was sippin' vodka
Got people up on a mission to fill they pockets with products
Just hopin to make a profit, stealing from supermarkets
I couldn't knock the hustle regardless of how they got it
They pullin up with Jordan's and fronting it like they bought it
But f*ck it, let's get a pardon and rock it out like we ballin', 'cause my
Noodles was ramen, the knowledge uncommon
I had a heart and soul of diamonds, only problem was timing
Before I was rhymin', before I first decided on grinding
We rolling on 80, the way to Sacramento, we flyin
I see a siren, n***a sit back, 'cause all I got is shit tags
Rollers pull us over tryna' beak is like a Kit-Kat
Cuff a n***a up it's tight enough to make my wrist crack
So f*ck you with yo' bitch ass, go tell that to yo' dispatch, n***a
Personality poppin' but never popular
Never gave a f*ck because I'm better off anonymous
Better off with my cannabis and my consciousness
Keep a small circle, I'm the colonel of this mobbin' shit
Picking pockets for profit and selling pocket rockets
Keep it solid, on topic, and never talk about it
Never speak of the problem that we have been involved with
Convince 'em all that we alcoholics and never got it

Last year I made stack off writing a love song
About a girl who ain't ever hit me back
Last month I said I'll write my last verse
Then I caught a buzz dropped an album
I'm still waiting on a plaque
Who would've known the fat kid from junior high
Would be greatest to ever do it, dead or alive
I'm still on the same shit with new money
Motherf*ckers know me in the ends cause I
Been good since it was Goodwood with snapbacks
I had bad bitches before y'all even had Snapchats
Callused hands from dragging bodies in big bags
I rapped about haters before I had fans
I was raised suburban with alcoholics and bourbon
In Subaru's driving past rich girls in foreigns
Born on the south side of Sacramento
It was cereal, PBS and my brother on Nintendo
Yeah, look
My grandpa had liquor pouring it's how I came up learning
He had jaded nerves, I spit hereditary verses
I only ever stole one time from my momma's purses
That's why Ima' blow up put the money back and buy her roses
Every day momma's day 'cause more than me, she deserves it
I learned in hospitals that nothing's perfect
I got my name on a necklace in gold, so they think I'm worth it
I got my name on a necklace in gold, so they think I'm worth it

I came from ripped jeans and free TV
These days I'm six deep and on TV
I told you one day I'll be up momma'
Ima' move to LA and sell CDs
I said f*ck a .38
Ima' sell out Ace of Spades
I been makin' money move
Used to spit in granny's face
All you yuppies shootin blanks
I just bought my first chain
Me and JAYE bought a grill
I can't f*ck with all these fakes
Now I'm talkin' 'bout back pain my track game hit
I got karats on earrings, I need things quick
Milo made like a hunnit'-k in a couple days
All my boys in the backseat, we been heat
I just moved off the back street to Main Street wait
I just changed out the 2 seat to 4 seats wait
Changin' lanes on the 80 it made me
I live off of the 80 it made me