Hotel Bel-Air lyrics

[Intro: Larry June]
(I got myself a nice place in the hills)
(Some new threads)
(A nice ride)
(It was fun)
(I like being richer)
(Wouldn't you?)
Ayy, you can't be scared of change, my n*gga
We outside, you'll be alright
Keep your eyes on that prize and your eyes on that bag, y'know what I'm sayin'?
And don't trip, my n*gga, it's levels of success, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Take it one step at a time, numbers
What's happenin'

[Verse 1: Larry June]
Gotta think bigger, I'm drivin' to Pacifica
When you writin' down your goals, you gotta be specific
I'm different
n*gga, I could french kiss a ticket
Cuttin' off with them lil' n*ggas, love, you trippin'
f*ck it, wе just gon' cop the whole building
We was pushin-, to civilians
Anything to makе it out that joint
Look up to the drug dealers
Yeah, keep all that
Countin' up a thousand blues, I don't ever watch the news
Not a good tactical move how a n*gga move
Lifestyle factual did what I had to do
Blueberries in the smoothie, no time to watch a movie
Yeah you had good intentions, but I like execution
Thirty days in a motel, goin' two for two
Now the Escalade bulletproof when we slide through
Rainy day in SF, jottin' down another plan
Thirteen thousand for the couch, I coulda bought some land
Condo with a great view I bought from a friend
When it's blood in the streets, we buyin' up everything
Livin' by the code, gotta go hard by any means
If we talkin' income, then I got seven streams
n*gga, it was all a dream, manifested everything
Sippin' on that green tea, 'Rari with the race seats, what's happenin'
[Verse 2: Jay Worthy]
So much goin' on, but never stressed out
b*tches always in a n*gga business with they neck out
Pull up on my b*tch who live in Bel Air with the best mouth
Yo main b*tch called me to hit it, she want it stretched out
I just dropped a EP with Spitta, they like "What's next now?"
I'm just happy that I could do it with some of the best out
n*ggas think they harder than Wackle with all they chest out
Reall riders really be truthful and shoot yo' sh*t down
Used to the Acky, but now I be sippin' Tech proud
TDF records you know its fire how we get down
n*ggas learn to P shake and thinkin' they from the set now
They be clearnin' samples so now they can't take my sh*t down
I lay the vocals and send it in 'fore the mix now
Always keep a b*tch down, ten toes, stop down
You know how we get down
Been from the gang so you know a n*gga been 'round 'bout the Westside

[Outro]
(What have I to offer you?)
(Nothing more than all of me)
(And what have I to offer you?)
(Just my everything, eternally)