Kazie - LA Like AD

Kazie
Right
This for my niggas
Breed
August Gold
Look
This for my niggas trying to hustle out that trap
We one in the same, I'm just trying to put my city on the map
Real rap I spit facts
Sometimes I just sit back
And think, "When am I ever gon' touch me a big bag and have money like the Jewish?"
Silk shirts buttoned half way up, sippin' mojitos on a cruise ship
Coolin', me and my dawg bitch I'm Stew Griff
As long as I'm alive and breathing these bitches choosing
She walk around my place like her religion is a nudist
I could give two shits about you and your crew
Talking about what you do but we see that y'all never do shit
"Actions speak louder than words" is how I'm moving
My niggas move packs to the burbs and college students
Raising the price like, "Fuck it, you know them white boys be clueless"
You said- you said you was gon' pay 30 for this G? (They do)
Okay, yeah fasho we can do that (Look)
Lost souls at the crossroads
On the road to success catch me swervin' 'round them potholes
Top's where we headed, where we land only God knows
And we don't got much of it left as far as time goes
Eyes low as I ride slow
Price high but the grind's slow
Plans to take trips to places with different timezones
Nigga you ain't flossing no diamonds, them is rhinestones
Them blue strips with Benjamin's face is what I grind for
Stepped up my wave copped some clothes and some jewelry
Too cool to catch me around some foolery
Bitches be fucking for clout ain't shit new to me
Now I tell a chick you fine but what can you do for me
Find a nigga as cool as me's like hunting for the Loch Ness
I'm not stressed
Whips and women are both topless
The object of getting through life is making progress
For other cats it's flipping a dime and making pies stretch
Can never let a hard time change me
Sick of my situation hit LA like AD
Self made, can never let a nigga say he made me
Bitches let me score but I love it when they play D
All cause I'm killing this shit through your Dre Beats
And I can never trust a white man in this industry
'Cause last time I did, I realized slim was shady
The real gon' always relate, the fake hate me nigga
As I look out my window
So much shit on my mental
So with this pencil
I'ma write everything that I've been through
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh
Yeah, Yeah

Written by:
Kaelen Mitchell

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