Canoga Park

Hot shot screaming down desoto

85 Degrees in the middle of the night

Hot summers in Canoga

I get out of the streets head back to my

2 car garage with a sofa

And all I got to eat is this old fried chicken

That my momma leftover

My momma asks if I'm sober

She like: When's the last time you heard the gospel

Sylvia said she saw you speeding down roscoe

I thought I taught you better than that

I thought you grew, but you're still a kid

I thought you knew but you never did

I told her shit well I ain't really worried bout it

Got to many problems in the world around me

The local gang violence and the search sirens

Who gon give a fuck a white boy driving

Crime rates rising in my city, oh lord

Demanded to supply for the people, no choice

Leaning sideways spitting image in my voice

Take a look at my life this is mine this is yours

Drive a, two thousand three ford

That shit, my family afford

Praying i make it tomorrow

I'll buy my mom a new car

Pull up, key in, start

Canoga park

Hop out, lock up the car

Now that it's dark

Stay up til 3 in the morning

Wake up the park

This coming straight from the heart

Show love to Canoga park

I'm making moves in my basement

But I ain't got one, that's a metaphor, yeah

I take my whole neighborhood on vacation

I swear, that's what I'm headed for, you

Put my mind on the table, dissect me

I got my bars on cable and Netflix, you can

Watch me like a motherfucking visual

Cause I'm a crazy innoventing individual

I'm getting residuals on interest

On interest on interest on interest

My hair keep on grow by the inches

Don't associate me with the clippers

And when I say something people yall listen

I'm out here preaching like a fucking politician

Wishing I can get your vibes in another state

Let a homie vibe for another day

Crime rates rising in my city