See it's funny right?

I had a real good day yesterday

And then today, I had an even better day

'Sup LA? Haha

But the thing is, AMG we signed another deal

Skateboard P

So tomorrow is gon' be great


Yo

Me and a few shorties

Landed on a tour, met Paris Hilton right before me

Long Beach, where skinny niggas carry strong heat

And take giant steps like King Kong's feet


It's Gangsta Grillz ya bastards


I'm in the Bourbon, the window's down I'm feelin' [?]

Where palm trees and trash clash, I'm so observant

Got my connections to I-C-E

So no matter what sets we on it's like TV

The, bitches got hay fever

Their face turn red because they say "Hi" with their eyes, but I'm not a hay reader

This ain't a game and there ain't no play meter

I can read her mind and, it says "Feed her"

We go to [?] where it ain't a lot of people

Where they look at your watch, and proper they will treat you

Me and my niggas toast, we seen the best of the boats

Next year in Aspen, we gon' ski the rest of the slopes

Mind your business, that's just a note

And don't be flexin' your coat 'less you expect to flow

That ain't no threat, and it's less than a joke

These niggas mark men, marksmen professional

The fumble jungle where baking soda dressed to coke

And uphill addicts watch their skin just float

Huh, but today was a good day


In my chain I got the pink Laffy Taffy

The white Laffy Taffy

The blue Laffy Taffy, the yellow is so flashy

But it wasn't always like this exactly

Niggas laughed at me, the bitches treated me nasty

I was a backpacker, now the gat-grabber

The only elevation seemed like the crack ladder

But then I heard Del, and the Hieroglyphics

And The Pharcyde, and the Tribe "Can I Kick" shit

Got my backpack, started raisin' my knees

Stomping in place while my niggas makin' G's

Rapping to myself man, even making beats

And the milli's keep my chilly man I keep makin' heat

I'm like ovato, you ain't takin' sheet

And since I was about 9 I've been skating please

Now I'm in the hills with some US Magazine ho

Tellin' me to call her on Icecreams and dream clothes

Game like a tendril, money like a spin wheel

And retarded is my pencil don't give the nigga one-inch hell

Goyard, I rock Goyard, "What's that?" Oh god

I deal with LV, but that's so hard

But I stick with LV cause I get it no charge


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