From The Bay

Young Brotha from the bay I moved outta cali Just to find another way Living wasn't good Had to get my head straight Now I'm on a mission Of making this money Making this pay It's 2020 Im done playing with these suckas Want my money I been starving myself But now i'm hungry Im about to make these bands By my lonely This rap game be tripping A bunch of phonies I'm about to get up in it And put some damage on the game That they broke and they changed I ain't here for the fame or the clout Somebody get me twisted You get smacked in the mouth And you won't see me Before I see you I stays in the house I won't be no Tupac sequel I use my brain I ain't your equal You won't catch me in these streets With these people The system shaky They will send you to your maker It's so corrupted that they know They can not fake it F yo life and yo money They gon take it Young brotha from the bay I Moved outta cali Just to find another way Living wasn't good Had to get my head straight Now i'm on this mission Of making this money Making this pay Schools beyond me The system is corrupted Ask Bill Cosby They wanna see me failing Cause i'm black see Imma villain in they eyes Need a taxi Bouta get on outta dodge Before they tax me Gotta make this money quick Before they kill me Some of my words really hurt Get out your feelings I swear they hate to hear the truth So they conceal it They love to hate on a brotha Cause i'm the realist I can't complain I'm just a brotha from the V Living wasn't good So we moved to RP You will never grow If you don't water yo seed