Released on July 29, 2016

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[Hook]

I’ll read you a bedtime story, you can get your ass tucked in

Walking down Wilmington, my bandanna tucked in

Shooting out the window at my enemies, like fuck them

Empty out the clip then I’m hopping on that 110

Freeway, that i10 freeway

To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway


[Verse 1]

Get your fucking body tossed off that freeway

Only Cali nigga with a beard like Freeway

Well James Harden too, but you know where he stay

Where my heat stay, chop a nigga like a cheesecake over these gates

It’s the projects, Pyrex for them objects, move waste so I flex

Lord of the Rings, totin' TECs for them Hobbits

God bless the P9X, stretch them niggas, here today

Gone tomorrow, etch-a-sketch them niggas

18th streets to the grapes

Niggas catching bodies over Jordan 5 grapes

Is it worth it? Yeah when you born worthless

Catch the bus to Beverly Hills and snatch purses

Preachers call us serpents, when they worship, so it’s us against them

Let the steam hit the skin when that pot working

From random tears to chandeliers

Pouring 40s for my peers, but my enemies


[Hook]

I’ll read you a bedtime story, you can get your ass tucked in

Walking down Wilmington, my bandanna tucked in

Shooting out the window at my enemies, like fuck them

Empty out the clip then I’m hopping on that 110

Freeway, that i10 freeway

To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway


[Verse 2]

Now I’m on that 105 freeway

Headed to that 710 freeway

Chickens on the move, nigga it’s a relay

I got them unmarked bills in that briefcase with that new face in that blue tape

Throwing Wingstop up out my window

You don’t like my flow, I guess it’s time to switch the tempo

I can pull a model bitch inside a Pinto, fresh as Mentos

Where you get them Js? Jordan sent those

Got my Glock cocked ‘case a nigga think he fit those

Get his shit blowed, like it’s endo, over them custom kicks though

Heart been cold, hot chain been froze, but it’s plated in gold

Ride around in those

Red Octobers in July, you got 'em, you lie, in red puddles

Peyton Manning with the cannon, nigga no huddle

No rebuttal, when you the king of the square, it’s no trouble

When the city love you

But them haters nigga


[Hook]

I’ll read you a bedtime story, you can get your ass tucked in

Walking down Wilmington, my bandanna tucked in

Shooting out the window at my enemies, like fuck them

Empty out the clip then I’m hopping on that 110

Freeway, that i10 freeway

To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway