My Own Way (feat. Mr. Porter)

Bank accounts big cars
Living good like a movie star
My mama house ain’t in the hood no more
I moved her out to San Luis Obispo
But it’s a trip though cause I’m a 20 Crip though
I gotta lay low my homies wanna do low
I got two strikes and I’m a get my third
These ni*gas snitching on me they think I’m selling birds
So when I’m in the streets I’m quick on my feet
See talk is cheap so I stay quick on my heat
You nig*as bad well Dogg is badder
Rat-a-tatter make you nig*as scatter
I went shotta your boy want me now
Went to the station that ni*ga straight point me out
So I’m a lay away and spray away and spray away
Cause at this time I think it’s best I just stay away
They say I am a fool cause I like to do my thing my own way
I gotta couple strikes against me one more and I’m on my way
I ain’t got time to hang around the hood like I used to do I gotta get my bread
Keep my head it’s either go to jail or get this money instead
Separate elevate
Concentrate dominate and innovate
Try to be fly as me
And every other homie tell them lie to me
I need a deal I need some stones
I need some beats Dogg I need a loan
Help me out throw me some cash
If I got you got it and you ain’t got to ask
But on the real or is it lately
A lot of homies they tried to implicate me
They say I am changed is it the fame
If I throw it to you then charge it to the game
Money fold overload
In the hood another episode
Man I’m getting old the game cold
Yeah I’m from the Dub but that ain’t how I roll
They say I am a fool cause I like to do my thing my own way
I gotta couple strikes against me one more and I’m on my way
I ain’t got time to hang around the hood like I used to do I gotta get my bread
Keep my head it’s either go to jail or get this money instead
Take it back to the afros and the naturals
Cape cutter picks we slips into the back
I’m O.G. my ni*ga for real though
Straight up off that east side top of the hill yo
I’m looking at the overview
Thinking bout 86 damn I was overdue
Walking in the hood making mix tapes trying to walk up out the hood
While I’m chucking at the hood nig*a talk about the hood
That I came from it raised me real Crip crazy
Oops a daisy
Demon or a heathen scheming while I’m dreaming
Screaming to get even seeing is believing
And don’t you forget that
Get it to you get back hit that kick back
Three flies one a way
Reminisce about the things that my grandmama use to say
Stay in your own lane stay on your own and quick trying to be grown
Day turn to night and play turn to fight
Yeah I guess my granny was right
Reflections of the way life used to be
It’s all right
I like them girls from Ladera Heights or the girls on Hills
I take a trip up the World On Wheels and get in a fight
Make it back to my ride
Pop shots at some s*ckers disrespecting the side
My big homie my cuzzo schoolyard bozo
Slid me away just to get me away
I’m just a Long Beach ni*ga outside of my hood
I’m banging riding but doing it good
When I get locked down there ain’t hiding and wondering
As soon as I hit the County I’m up in 48 hundred
With the dealers the killers
The best from the west and the beast from the east
Yeah I’m acting a fool
I’m getting my degree from gladiator school
I chose this life cause I knows this life
Sell a little crack and my flows is tight
I’m clear on my choice and what’s cold is
I can still hear my grandma’s voice
She say day turn to night and play turn to fight
Yeah I guess my granny was right
Reflections of the way life used to be
It’s all right
If you get caught then you don’t walk cause you don’t talk
And these was the rules squeeze on these fools
I came up in a different era homie
Where the G’s is the G’s and the little wannabe’s really want it
Wanna be like cause the C life make you wanna G like
Now who you wanna be like
That fool on the TV screen
Or the homie on the corner getting major cream
In the Cadillac beating like Battle Cat
A nigga with money don’t know how to act
Smoke til your eyes get cataracts
All money nonsense yeah none of that
Quarter sack run it back
Hold him back lock him up bag him up front him that
If a trick jump the track do you want your money back
Lil b*tch was a bunny rat
Watch for the funny hat
Cause it’s gonna come
And my granny said it’s no fun
She say day turn to night and play turn to fight
Yeah I guess my granny was right
Reflections of the way life used to be
It’s all right