[Intro]

Man. Lj, you know you my bro right?

Yeah

A lot of niggas gonna miss you. Are you sure you want to go to Cali?

...Yeah

[Verse 1: LJKA]

Pulling off from LAX in a whip that I rented

Said I'm going west coast, niggas thought I was pretendin'

Shit isn't child's play, I told em I wasn't kiddin'

Back when life gave me them lemons

And a nigga made apple juice

Bitch!

Time is money

I spend time with money

But no time for money spending

Get a little per cent

Then get a nice percentage

Every track that I'm killin'

I'm closer to making a livin'

Shit gone be picture perfect

With no filter on the image

Niggas was hooked when they heard the demo of my demo Touched down in Cali

But still ain't in the end zone

I say fuck the world, but I'm really in the friend zone

Bet you she a redbone

And she got that defense, won't let me in the red zone

But when I fuck the world, I'm going to put my friends on

Cali future looking good to a nigga

Beverly hills gone look hood to a nigga

Always moving up

I'll never be content

I'm thinking bout some money so don't give me your two cent

I'm not greedy, I'm just trying to get my family set

So I'll slide through So-Cal, like your girl's lubricant

Ugh

Lyrical's lyrics known to cause eargasms, man

Selling mixtapes like sex traffican'

Still hungry like a South African

If I ain't signed to aftermath, do the math again

I will make it

And my haters heard enough about it

Give me a fuck and I wouldn't give a fuck about it

LJ in LA

Motor city to airplanes

Airplanes to air lanes

From air lanes to airwaves

From airwaves to your mama crib

Wait....

From your mama crib, to a record deal

Like platinum platinum on the wall

Which rapper the freshest?

If it say it ain't J

I'll make another record

[Verse 2: LJKA]

Rappers acting like

"What's a mob to a king?"

What's the tree of knowledge to Johnny Appleseed?

Yeah

You can catch me in your nigga's favorite magazine

When I'm popping off like a magazine

Rapping casual and causing casualties

Yeah

Lyricist in the system!

Leave the computer smoking

Like your windows was tinted

All I got is bars like yo daddy serving that sentence

Tell him I'm talking shit, you can serve him that sentence

Ugh

J think he cool cause that nigga out of state

I knew that nigga when that nigga was a fucking lame

I knew that nigga when no niggas knew that nigga name

Lot of people fuck they way to the top

If I got to fuck my way to the top

Then the fuck the way to the top

Ugh

Touchdown got me feeling like Megatron

Swimming in the pussy got me feeling like a megaladon

Still getting brain got me feeling Megamind

Getting off topic, but I got the right to fuck around

Cause I'm living where the winter hot as summer time

Bitch!

The 30

The 20

The 10

TOUCHDOWN!

Bitch

LJ in LA