Obi Mac

In these Cali nights, these Cali nights Ooh woah, all night Ooh woah ay Hopping out of that V8 All blue Ashton on PCH On the west late nights I be riding I be flying down the 105 'cause I Gotta get back home (back home) Gotta get back home (gotta get back home) Gotta get back home (back home) Gotta get back home I'm counting digits I'm 'bout my cream like Eric Clapton There's a lot of fake smiles people plastic I'm 'bout my business I preach my messages all to the masses Everyday it's Christmas I'm living present I'm always rapping, up Fucking different women inside Hilton buildings Burning through this bread and cheddar call it grilled cheese Balling like Curry I ain't with that bullshit like D-Rose knee Smoking Skywalker call me Obi Mac And like Mike I got the 45 Only God can judge me I'm just tryna survive Get the cash up, put it away and live that low live Put the bread up in the stove and let the dough rise People say they 'bout it but then let their dreams go Selling out they amigos just to let their green go up You got a little cheddar, may dress a little better But what lies behind the screen is lies behind the scene Sleeping with a nina I don't know when I need her The world cold, my wardrobe be long sleeved up I walked the long road to ensure I keep a right soul Lord knows I've been walking on a tight rope But on a side note, I've been hustling for that diamond life Rappers fake shining I'm VVS to rhinestones Guys ain't real nowadays they lipo Moving like bitches they doing it for the likes though I ain't perfect but my purpose is worth it I'm still just a person when the closing the curtains (yeah) You can do it too don't pretend it's nonsense Don't let them get to your head defend your conscience RU need a business office If you bet against my team you catching plenty losses Send them boys 'round your way if you've been acting tough 'Cause they bang with heavy metal like Metallica