Calabasas

Building up my good rapport

Reach my hand out to the masses

I made it up outta the floor

Made it up outta the ashes

I ended up yearning for more

Said prayers during all of the masses

Think that the Lord heard my stories

Got blessed with all of this traction

Fucking her all in the porche

Tear it up making her back bend

Eating up all of the course

Eating the box well of course

Front as a Fascist

Lately I seen how they forage

Whipping the beat make a bad mix

I knew that Im meant to do more

I knew that I'd end up the baddest

I knew that I'd end up with mansions

I knew that id be with the best

A room with all my reflections

We passing all of our tests

No room for no more distractions

I'll pass on bitches for sex

Im good love go get it packing

This package ain't UPS

Building up my good rapport

Reach my hand out to the masses

I made it up outta the floor

Made it up outta the ashes

I ended up yearning for more

Said prayers during all of the masses

Think that the Lord heard my stories

Got blessed with all of this traction

Fuck her but fuck her friends more

These bitches they know we be active.

Showing me just what I want

But this girl is a facet

How can I move while on tour

How can I deal with these accents

Over there talking a storm

We talking But where are ya assets

Where do ya parents live

Where are ya friends at

You feel the embarassment

Of all the inaction

Did you abandon

All of the people, that helped when you down, so you could live lavish

Of all of the people, you could have let down, that made me the maddest

All of the people, that stayed stuck around , wiping your asses

Is this how I scold? Shhh quiet settle the classes