808 rolling, pockets bulging Arms wide open, niggas can´t hold em Keep it in motion Love to my closest ones who loved me at my lowest Gangsta shit in my tape deck, running it back Really this shit is a marathon but we ain´t running no track
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I´ve been avoiding the noise Hopping in toys, moving poised Nothing is forced, mixing the formula Wedding in Florida We in domestic and we be foreign´d up (And we be foreign´d up) Like we some foreigners (Like we some foreigners) Overseas dressed in fatigues In case you lil niggas want war with us
On the I-10, we doing 120 We keeping it pushing, got love for the clique When ain´t nobody lookin´ I kept this shit solid and look where it took me (Look where it took me) Heat up the stove, now I´m finna cook Funny thing is they already shook Word to AK, bitch I´m doing a look (Shakedown)
808 rolling, pockets bulging Arms wide open, niggas can´t hold em Keep it in motion Love to my closest ones who loved me at my lowest Gangsta shit in my tape deck, running it back Really this shit is a marathon but we ain´t running no track
We in the Hills, way in the Hills I ain´t got no chill, we did it for real Look how I pose in all the stills All black hoodies like I´m doing drills (I´m doing drills) All I´m rocking is Nipsey blue Niggas be slimey and shifty too Can´t let ´em around me, I´m simply through, for real Damn, too many years of this shit Too many characters pulling a skit Updated my style and then I updated the whip God my witness, I am to the Inland what Drake is to T.O. Whoadie check in with his BM in PO Dice game, bet whatever on Cee-Lo (Shakedown)
808 rolling, pockets bulging Arms wide open, niggas can´t hold em Keep it in motion Love to my closest ones who loved me at my lowest Gangsta shit in my tape deck, running it back Really this shit is a marathon but we ain´t running no track
Gangsta shit in my tape deck, 88 vette We don´t send threats, we just invest Collect interest, I´m not impressed, easily All of these hoes freaks to me, you had to trick to hit that bitch I smashed and she bought me shit, it´s fast and it cost hella chips I bought that bitch, I´m still alive cause all my OGs taught me shit
Now my lil homies got heart and they smart But I don´t send them to crash out ´cause I´m a boss The art of war, create more thinkers, we way more dangerous Some niggas hate on us when they need to thank us Emulate us but could never take us I got in this shit to buy my ma a house Somewhere along the line, I end up famous
808 rolling, pockets bulging Arms wide open, niggas can´t hold em Keep it in motion Love to my closest ones who loved me at my lowest Gangsta shit in my tape deck, running it back Really this shit is a marathon but we ain´t running no track