[Intro]

Yeah, ha

Yo this some real Lynwood shit right here bruh

Haha

Yah yeh yah

Young Stevie

Knightmares of the 310

Jah know

Look

Yeah

[Verse 1]

You can catch me in a Cherry red quattraporte

You can’t even get that from here

Man this cars imported

I’m liable to tell the truth soon as I start recording

These police able to lie and get away

So start recording

Cause they’re planting drugs on you

And it’s growing

Gotta cut it from the roots but uh

Don’t worry you know that I got you

I was sent to be a prophet

But no verbal thank you’s

I’ll accept it via profit

I’m alive doing fine trying to make stars align

Tryna fix my karma

Cause I’m known to break hearts sometimes

It ain’t my fault I got a cute face

Bitches wanna kick it

Over some food and liquor like I was lupe

Young uso I need that cupe, that’s money nigga

But not to stunt

So I can feed my family’s tummies nigga

When I get paid

I ain’t trying to own a chain like the rest of them

I rather own a chain of restaurants

New house by the church just to bless my mom

Even tho she says I owe her nothing

We was struggling renting rooms

With only one bed

And Guess who slept on the floor

But I love my life I’d probably die and

Resurrect for some more

Can’t come to this

I’ll do it again in the next one for sure

The money power and fame

It means nothing if the cowards afraid

You gotta take that risk

Gotta take some Losses

To learn how you gon’ make that win

You see good friendships sinking

You better save that ship

Yea at first they didn’t wanna open the doors

They ain’t even let me open they shows

Now they steady inviting

And they’re hoping I show

To make a like a special appearance

I just tell em Uh

Let me check my schedule and clear it

Ok I’m free on February the 30th

I’ll even set a reminder just to be courteous

Fuck out my face with that fakin

Claiming your lifestyle is luxurious

When in actuality

You probably living just as bad as me

But anyone of my fans you see

Could tell you my lifestyle ain’t a fantasy

Talking out ya ass but when shit hits the fan you’ll see

Moving along Look

Yeah

Bitches come and go like the common cold

Never to let me fuck with the condom off

Now I’m rich they pray and hopin that the condom broke

And for that

Thanks are in order for my supporters

Y’all helped me get rid of my this

No money having disorder

Just spent 12 racks on food for the crew

I can get used to normally having dis order

But I remember sweeping the floors

Tryna find me some quarters

To afford the bus ride

To get to a job

Where they fired me at lunch time

Tough times but god gave me a tougher spirit

Hit up Venice beach

Spit some of lyrics just to see

If they would listen for just a couple minutes

Ended up being thirty

Someone brought me case of water Incase I got thirsty

Never thirsty just hungry I’ma eat tho

Hungry like the wolves but I’m flyer

Than a flock of seagulls

Young uso got flows as far as the sea goes

All these dead presidents on me

I see ghosts

That’s word to Oda Mae Brown

Shout out Lynwood Cali man they holding me down

310

Like that, like that

Uh

Knight..KnightMares like that

Uh

Took a minute but I’m right back

Right back

Uh

Knightmares like that

And we do it like that

Uh

Like that

Yeah yea yeah

It’s like that

Uh huh yea

It’s like that

Yea yea

And we do it like that like

Like that like

It’s like thadatatadat dat

Like

Like that y’all like that y’all

Like thadatatadat dat

Man I hate to take it back y’all

It’s real rap y’all

It’s like thadatatadat dat

Yea I do it like that

And it’s like that

Thank you

Peace!