Pacific Coast Highway

Hey Larry man, we been doing this shit for a minute P Real Ism in the motherfucking building bitch (La Musica de Harry Fraud) (Ok) Born in 86, so nigga I'm the shit That's why it hit different when I'm in my Raider fit I never liked wifin' hoes, I never could commit If I let you in my life, then you should know just what it is Im married to the hustle, like I'm married to the game Like I'm married to the block this forever with the gang A1 Preme laces all thru my shoes When the dogs gonna bark, bet they all say Woo This shit go so crazy Off the top Born in 91, crisp 96 Upgrade the Bezel, Cartier the wrist I might do crustaceans, my new bitch Croatian I might take her skating, I might give her babies This a Harry Fraud, I got hella cars A Benz on the East Coast, Beam in the garage I am not signed, you wake up at nine I wake up at six, get back on the grind Good job Harry, you're doing good Swear to God