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Artiste : Larry June
Titre : Palisades, CA
Check, check
Yeah, uh
I´ma just talk my shit (Whoa)

Thumbin´ through a whole ´nother bag, this not the old one
Run up on this ´Rari, I´m clickin´ until it´s over
Still´ll put the snow on the mission to Minnesota
Come on, you know the drill, hop in and hand it over
I´m drivin´ in the whip so fast, I can´t control it
I´m fishtailin´ leavin´ Javier´s, I should´ve chauffeured
Choppin´ it up with Bryan ´bout real-estate by the ocean
A seamoss juice, my bitch brought me one from Oakland
Today I drove the Porsche with the automatic front limb

I spent a thousand dollars on candles, I´m at Saks Fifth
Tucked the uh (He-he) in the gas tank, played the night shift
Get on a nigga, headlight coofy for disrespectin´ it
I´m thinkin´ billions, cop another buildin´, new woop Sicilian
Thinkin´ bigger, you thought I was coolin´, I was takin´ risks
Palisades, chillin´ in the shade, might take the Bent´
Bettin´ on myself and every time, nigga, it´s a hit

We off in the Palisades, you know?
(Bettin´ on myself every time, nigga, it´s a hit)

I´m talkin´ armed guards, gated communities, man
Royal family type shit, for real (Sean Don, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Look, if you not gettin´ richer every year, then you just backwards hustlin´
You movin´ off emotion, I´m strategizin´, discussin´ it
See, I been on my supplements
Fish oils, chlorophyll, multis
My hair growin´ out and hoes lovin´ it
Some people can´t piece life together, it´s really puzzlin´
Talkin´ ´bout "Trust me, I got you", but I´m not trustin´ it
Commercial real-estate by The Fox, yeah, they constructin´ it

Business flowin´ like the symphony orchestra, I´m conductin´ it
I crack my knuckles and neck, now I´m back to new
I had to cop a bitch, we not compatible
Team on the line, yeah, the love is all lateral
You can not practice for shit that´s not practical
Fuck with the tactics, this shit can get tactical
Fuck with the rations, this shit get irrational
I can not talk to you just like them hoes when they mad at you
I overwork and do shit I don´t have to do
Stumble and stagger to
Dodge all the bullets and dodge all the daggers too
Workin´ these bitches and blessing them so long
I might as well take a sabbatical
I tell the truth like a polygraph in a booth

Feel like these rappers do when they pleain´ in front of the judge
´Cause they feel like they havin´ to
Judicial system is not a system, it´s a trap for you nigga
It´s our season, yeah, Larry June
"Sean, when you dropping?" Very soon
I get to transformin´ under every moon
When they bury me, they gotta bury tombs
I´m just one kid in
I can´t be lettin´ my seed all off in every womb
When you see me out
Just know I´m the richest, rawest, rarest nigga off in every room

Woo, man, woo (Yeah, Al what up?)
Bettin´ on myself and every time, nigga, it´s a hit (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Bettin´ on myself every time, nigga, it´s a hit (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ay, this might be the motherfuckin´ greatest escape