#Database

Verse 1

Divine feeling

I'm high chilling

Thoughts spill and

Reveal truth

Of young youth

Tryna make it in that booth

Shout out to my hommie TRW

Stacking dollars, making moves

Can’t forget about my crew

Grinding hard & still in school

(What up)

To Causmic, chopping samples in that room

Hommie, all yo beats sound fly

Hommie, all yo beats sound cool

(What up)

To Tep-One everytime that I come through

You be playing epic samples that I never would of knew

Who knew, that I'd be writing rhymes & making loot

Traveling around the world for that money I pursue

I do, I'm working on another project too

But I hope I don’t trapped cause that there would be bad news

To play the game, first you gotta learn the rules

I play to win hommie, I don’t play to lose

I made a plan so I never get confused

But if my plan A didn’t work, it was something I didn’t do

I get it right the first time, no reviews

Marijuana leaves come in all hues

Red, green, purple, orange, bright blues

Swear its hard to smoke 'em all cause its so many to choose

I let my bamboo canoe

Hotbox looking at the view with my main squeeze

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Swear she my main squeeze so I put her in the air

Dedicate it to my city then I say prayer

Silly but I really care, stanking with your pretty hairs

Elevator or the stairs, really can you take me there

In clouds, please, can you take me there

Elevator or the stairs, really can you take me there

In clouds, please, can you take me there

Verse 2

In that booth I am chef, every verse I cook and serve

Throwing seeds feeding birds…

Deeper meaning every seed I throws a pattern…

And every pattern has a gram

Cali OG Private Reserve…

I write the words prefer

Momma told me I should get my money first

And if I'm headed to the bank, keep yo lane & do not swerve

I swear my main squeeze help me calm nerve

She remind me where I'm at and that bullshit do occur…

If it ain’t that real raw I defer, trust

You can take that chapstick back to where you were

Sitback and listen here, attacks from angular

Visionary positional, places, I limit my spaces to anything

And everywhere, the rhythm is in the air, teaching us the

Art of Share

-Ring

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