[Verse 1]

Next door to the Vatos

Pot holes, Tahoes, ya'll know how the lot goes

Cops go bang in the name of the law bro

Hoppin' out with things to put holes in your jaw bone

Hot zone mang, I flang slang in the same vein of forefathers

Holla through they mics, I got flows

Snot-nosed kid, no particular gang affiliate

Pop those beats in, styles I got a myriad

Killin' it, spot goes wild while I pop domes

Open, hoping in goes the things that change

And ice chains ain't manhood, you ain't gotta cop those

Size of your riches ain't central to the gospel

Born in South Central, this flaco won't stop tho

Behind Golden Ox (?) you don't think I know?

Listen a me, church boi, this is all I go

Fists up, blue jeans, torn up Chucks

[Hook]

I just lean, I ain't got nuttin' to prove

I just lean, give it to 'em, check 1-2

I just lean, homie only speakin' the truth

I just lean, you ain't gotta like it, it's cool

[Verse 2]

And next door to the eses

Gun spray, run ways, ya'll know how the West plays

Here they clap cultures, master your craft vultures

I'm after your cash holster, the aftermath can roast ya

Rest lays low in the cut waitin' for movement

Swear they can't get touched, so self-deluded

Best days of my life, learnin' not to cup the mic

Learnin' who God is and how humbling failure is

An expert, 'pending on the potency of energy

You exert, givin' 'em an excerpt

Of my best work, and I don't know what the rest say

But the best way to prove, you gotta jump on stage and rock it

Rules of the city where they slang anything

Social security, car parts to SIM cards

Listen a me, church boi, this is all I go

Fists up, torn jeans, all-black Chucks

[Hook]