South Of France

Sheesh

Yo Tane, just let it out

Young Gerald, uh

There's only one Big Lebowski, one Emily Ratajkowski

There's only one Mickey Mouse, and there's only one Charles Bukowski

There's only one Gerald try looking around if you doubt me

A real Oakland legend like Sebastian Janikowski

Want revenge, I want payback

I want the Virgil Maybach

A jet with the lay flat

But this ain't time to lay back

Want respect, want them to say that

Don't play me, I don't play that

You kept my seat warm, but now that's what I came to take back

Call me Mr. New Watch

Call me Mr. New Car

Call me Mr. Where'd your girlfriend go?

She's not where you are

Presidential suite, five bands a night It's not no two-star

Saint-tropez the sea's salty as you are

Big bands, skin tan, I'm in the south of France

I bought that Rari cash and ain't even dip in my advance

On my second album I had accomplished almost all my plans

So if you hatin' suck a dick, someone come and get your mans

Could you believe

You right where you supposed to be

Could you believe

You finally finding your dreams

You know, uh

Put me anywhere on Earth, I take my word for make it triple

I pop out when it's dark out, I wait for the bat signal

Don't drop the ball and lose it like a guard who can't dribble

I mean everyone would do this shit if it was that simple, for real

To make it in music, now you have to be genius

Chances slim as Christian Bale when he shot The Machinist

I mean the view from my balcony, you have to come see this

I californicate models, feel like Anthony Kiedis

When I'm in Los Angeles, the life we live is blasphemous

Differences I notice, some of y'all are really passionless

Clock out then I clock back in and then I get right back to this

Do this at the highest level, I get paid in cash for this

A thousand dollars for the caveat comes in a jar