Pacific Coast Highway

Hey Larry, man, we've been doing this shit for a minute

Realism in a motherfucking building, bitch

And music by Harry Fraud

Okay, born in '86, so nigga, I'm the shit

That's why I hit different when I'm in my Raider fit (ok)

I never like wife or hoes, I never could commit

If I lay suit in my life, then you should know just what it is (know what it is please)

I'm married to the hustle, like I'm married to the game (game)

Like I'm married to the block, this forever with the gang (gang)

A1 Preme laces, all through my soles when the dogs go barf

Bitch, they all say "whoa," (whoa)

This shit go so crazy

Born in '91 (one) Chris '96 (six)

Upgrade the bitch (bitch)

Cartier to wrist (wrist)

I might do custom station (station)

My new bitch Croatian ('tian)

I might take a skate (skate)

I might give her babies (babies)

This is Harry Fraud (fraud)

I got hella calls (calls)

I've been on the East-Coast (east Coast)

Beamer in the garage (garage)

I am not signed (no)

You wake up at nine (nine) I wake up at six (six)

Get back on the grind (grind)

Good job, Harry, you're doing good