San Pedro

I just hit hella bricks, ain't even Dorothy, bitch F*ck on a blasian hoe, feeling like I am the shits Extravagance and its advantages, but no We ain't in Kansas no more, man this is sad as shit Out here, they murderous, ain't heard of us Stories ain't coming out of hearses Leaving your bitch in a ditch after she serving my dish, uh, fish, uh Don't f*ck on me, yeah don't f*ck with me, motherfucker (Yeah, I know what they thinking) (Feeling like Young Fring in this bitch, five-oh-five) (Five-oh, I hear five-oh) Coming down San Pedro This just how the day go Count my blessings, watch as they go Puffing on that endo, attraction is so fatal Spread 'em like a goddamn American Eagle, ay As the days fly by, so do I Think they know what it's like So why do I even fight If I got a big bark, no bite, like right? May they rest in peace They never did anything But things is out of hand In this enchanted land, like goddamn