[INTRO]: Yea , Tree City What It Do?
This sh*t might vbe too real for the untrained ear, but f*ck EM THOUGH!
VERSE 1: You might see me comin' down Franklin wit a bad b*tch
South Side Park with my n*gga burnin' mad spliffs
All downtown n*ggas seen me in the trafic
Now they tryna scrap kuz they hung up on that past sh*t
Hung up on my past b*tch, phone off dont think about that wack sh*t
Show me where the money at im asking where the cash is?
She don't download my new songs give me attitude
b*tches be so Muthaf*ckin' fake i can't stand it
All up in my inbox b*tches don't go to shows
n*ggas wanna do songs but they ain't givin no dough
Act like a lil faggot subliminal when they post
But know he ain't want to see me that's why he doing the most
It's been a long time comin' with this Sac-Town sh*t
I never back down ready to lay the smackdown quick
They gone keep talkin' and gone make me get a BLACKOW b*tch
On on yo block now b*tch who wanna talk out now?
Chorus: Down i-5 south switch over to 99
When i lean all the freeway lights make me feel blind
Cruisin low and smoking dro just trying to survive the times
Last Sacramento king but i'm living in my prime
They say long live the king back when i was on my grind
Who said i ever came off di*k riders saying i died
My pops work at Kaiser so you know that i'm gone thrive
Down i-5 The city lights make me blind
Verse 2: Steady ridin' lonesome down the boulevard of Folsom
n*ggas be extra actin' like a muthaf*ckin Olsen
Me i'm about this paper so i'm laid back posted
Standin' in my section on that money i be focused
When it rains it's pourin' Stockton Boulevard Hoeing
I knew her she went to Florin said a 9 to 5 was boring
She take some extra money out they wallets while they snoring
How in the f*ck she figure wasn't nobody Finna notice
He caught her on the Mack Block her and her baby stroller
In an all black Corolla Rat-a-Tat-Tat with The Fola
That's how it always happens when them n*ggas get to actin on some Sac sh*t
Fighting over bullsh*t shootin' over a wack b*tch
I'm tryna dodge the fake and keep it ThriLL
Candle light vigils all i ever see or here about
Gotta be a clearer route to get up out of here
I'm sippin methazine until i f*ckin disappear is it real?
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