For the Town

Oh – Oh – Oh – La – La Everywhere we go, we hold it down

King of my city but, no, I don't need no crown

Neighbors bitching, telling us to turn it down

So we just turn it up, turn it up, turn it up real loud

For the town

Shits heavy like an O.E – Rest in peace to Doe B

You ask me the game chose me

Got no fucking money, had to make these labels owe me

Backpack to a packed club

Manager need a back rub

Damn, homie going hard all week

Phone ringing, 4am, a bro getting no sleep

West coast time – no co-sign

No slow grind when they say it's go time

We gonna hit em on some We Go shit

The success enough to get you on some emo shit

Some Gambino shit

Sipping champaine chased with some vino shit

09' I was going to go ahead and leave this shit

Drop the ball on some goddamn Marino shit

Best believe that shit

Killin shit with no misdemean

In the studio talking about Vince McMahon

Don't smoke weed or watch basketball so talking with rappers is interesting

Psychiatrist said I've lost it

Trying to rule the world on some mother fucking Nas shit

Do a turn up record then I switch it back to conscious

Yeah, a bro got options

Check the way I drop... this

One long day to one long dream

Taking out a record like I'm taking out my laundry

The way we running shit, you'd think I just signed up for Condi

By the time you catchup, check it, we already gone see (vroom vroom)

Baby, I done grew up on that Mobb Deep

So my first record kinda came off a little off beat

Went to get a tatty on my neck my Mommah stop me

Thank God, Mommah

You the shit

Touring like a fuckin' insomniac

I give it 100% with every song I rap

You don't like my shit, that's alright and shit

Go make a youtube account and go write some shit

Dude, Vancouver made me this music bread me

I'ma raise the bar before I break the levy

You can ask any muh flucka out who met me

I'm nice

Fuckin' right

Neighbors bitchin' cuz the beats are loud

Stick his head out the window, "Can you keep it down"

I just turn it up I guess we ain't speaking now

But at least I ain't seeing no police around

I'm grindin, shining like a diamond

I ain't really stopping till my record going diamond

I just rhymed that rhyme twice, damn it, I'm wilding

I should probably put this here on consignment

Extra, extra, read all about this shit going down

I turn one long day to one long dream

Now I don't hear a sound, don't hear a sound

Yeah, yeah, it's going down

Yeah, yeah, it's for the town