Blunts in Bel-Air

All it took was patience, diamonds tell perfect timing Bitches they love my cadence, my niggas say I be rhyming Italian cut foreign lining , she like the cloth of designer Told me that she a stoner, blunts and papers we flying I'm swanging but this ain't a rental car Daytona tires on the boulevard It's menacing look like the Minotaur Baby body banging like it's one of the wards A foreign honey that I met on the tour Tuscan leather on the seat of the Porsche Burning rubber got my foot to the floor A couple of semis taped under the door I put in work Ain't no accident Ain't make no wish on four leaf clover I been chasing this since I was sleeping on the sofa Ask me why I shine so hard I tell 'em I'm supposed to Blunts in Bel-Air yeah I do that for the culture Blunts in Bel-Air yeah I do that for the Smoking with my kinfolk Feel the bass catch the tempo I stayed down ten toes Tunnel vision on the grind, stuck in limbo Call the play that's a ten four, I like my Tee all white, keep it simple Get it popping like Crisco , cuz they know I'll bring the heat like Sisqo F*ck is you sayin, Hit after hit I ain't playin A hunnid and twenty, My foot on the gas Put it in sport, Make this bitch do the dash Dropped a few tunes, Now my life moving fast This shit ain't for weak, only strongest will last I been en route on pursuit for the cash, ain't breaking bad but I cook in the lab, cook up some dope off a pen and a pad It's marathon, Preach to my niggas like Farrakhan Focused on goals tell her carry on, lock in with yourself build your mom a home Nieces and nephew that's counting on OG raised me in the terror dome Focused motion I been in a zone Plan of action and attack my goals They used to look down on us Now they surrounding us, following hounding us, asking us why we just don't come around as much We went and collected the bag, now we spend our free time just flying and counting up Can't be concerned with who mad, we got us a stable of 10s yeah we rounded up Look they mad at the glow up, like wtf Incomprehensible, faces all frowning up We hurt all of they lil feelings cause making a couple of bands really ain't enough Enjoying the fruits of our labor now, I'll see y'all later now She slipped me a note up under the table now, gave me her number and told me to meet her out by the elevator, want me to elevate her fore I take her down She lost in the life now Caught up in the hype Look like she addicted to it Look like I'm her type She doin the most now She ain't livin right Got herself some gasolina She just need a light Next door to Canada, trapped in the snow like I'm Santa Clause The voice make her panties moist, making her sing like Diana Ross Like I don't want it , I don't need it She a baddie, She conceited She call me Michael, when I beat it Take her higher, we get weeded Backwoods out in Beverly Stills In something more scary than Amityville And my head way up in the canopy still I'm barely gripping this grain on the wheel But I can maneuver that Rolly for real Now some call it talent and some call it skill Can call it whatever I'm shining for real Just call me a KING I'm on top of the hill Yeah And that shit was earned we put time in the field yeah Top of the hill yeah, went thru the field When they know all your lyrics It's no better feeling, It's something that money can't buy, ain't no stealing it She glowing under my aura, there ain't no concealing it Baby everybody got a lil trauma, hit the blunt and start healing it