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[Intro: Oktane] Yeah She ain't even feelin' to play no games this shit look here, this that South Side, huh [Verse 1: Oktane] You can catch me ridin' 'round the Ridin' 'round the city smokin' marijuana Passengers smokin' with me with a big behind [?] them titties, took my time Had to get it, now the city rockin' with us Ask me how it feel, it feel good to be back Never left, oh, I had to get it stack, stack Never stressed, oh, my dreads braided to the back Fuck your dress code, show up to your party all black Squad, squad, oh my god, yo hoe get up a facade A mirage, if your head open up your eyes Black tint will be grind so you cannot see inside All rise, I'ma be a West nigga till I die This that bop, that [?], that bop, yeah that [?] They can't stop us, I'm hot from my dress to my socks I.E. that's my city but I rap though So get right, or you feel me get left, get [?] [Hook: Oktane] Squad, squad, oh my god, yo hoe get up a facade A mirage, if your head open up your eyes Black tint will be grind so you cannot see inside Squad, squad, oh my god, yo hoe get up a facade A mirage, if your head open up your eyes Black tint will be grind so you cannot see inside (All rise) [Interlude] [Verse 2: Price] Kickin' down the front door, real soldiers don't sneak through You got motives, my nigga, already peeped you Cook the beat up, now I'm kicking flavor like Sheek Louch Cop some Vans from the mail, I might hit the sheets too Another day of a king lost in I.E Still accepting cards from my lil brodie Big P Rappers come to Cali claiming games, this shit is lame Niggas dotting on the pen trying to make it outta the game We the last lights to shine on the darkness, I grew up heartless Waking up, sore on the carpet, one room apartment You grew up with a yard playing Halo and laptopping I grew up going hard, shooting dice, slap-boxing that Snoop, Daz and Pac shit I need to get paid like as soon as the cab stopping Make a billion off rapping, Me dying's the last option All about my math like I'm graph Watchin' real boss put money in my staff pockets Multiple businesses I'm [?] Gotta hit Forbes side A nigga blowed and still get more high No new faces still with the core guys Hit the pressure flip to the boardslide For me, a new year's just more grind For you, more excuses and more lies Show you the way like a tour guide But still your soul went astray, damn I ain't going away, I'm growing away Gotta watch how you move and watch what you say Just keeping it G, you can't put your trust in one these days [Hook: Oktane] Squad, squad, oh my god Yo hoe get up a facade A mirage If your head open up your eyes Black tint will be grind so you cannot see inside Squad, squad, oh my god Yo hoe get up a facade A mirage If your head open up your eyes Black tint will be grind so you cannot see inside (All rise, all rise, all rise)
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