Cali Dreamin (feat. Fashawn, Co$$ & Tiombe Lockhart)
Quelle: Spotify
[Intro:]
I Woke in dismay[x2]
[Verse:]
Yo yo, woke up in the city as a derelict the ghetto is ma narrative
Neva been the same at the [?]
Stuck between the bankers and the sunday morning terrorist
Before I go to bed I say a prayer in Arabic
Product of the negligent niggas having mad rumbles
Member when Junior hit T boney with the brass knuckles
Fronting like they hard just the other day they ran from you
California dreaming life mad so this mad struggle
Mom so it’s mad hustle even though we fatherless
She fifteen (15) years clean from the alcohol, anonymous
Never had a trade or got a chance to get her Doctorate
She California dreaming, tryna mend these broken promises
Fuck the world and this politics is life it’s not a movie
Paint a picture on the wall and try to radiate the beauty
Ah, yea ! ma Cali niggas stay on the grind
Another day another dollar in the 619
And I swear some nights I don’t sleep
Cause the weight of the world feel like the weight of ma sheet
Cali streets wasn’t meant for the humble or the meek
More of a jungle where we hunger for peace fumbled up leaves
The hood life to the good life i’m stuck in between
Wish i could get my brothers a dream something pushing us back like we swimming upstream
If I take another route will I make it out can’t help but doubt cause
It’s a struggle when reality bites the leader hand you a pistol, or pass you a mike or some nikes
In a jersey tell you shoot like Coby
Me while i’m drowning in this bottle of OE thinking bout how I got a daughter to feed
And will I be around to water ma seed just a thought
So much on ma mind as I sit and unwind another day another dollar in the 559
And I undefined lost in LA Times tryna figure out my purpose everyday on this Earth
What’s my meaning when Cali is senseless the caught my nakama slipping on the Ave
Now his face on the shirt lil murk another day in word to them bangers
Who be stacking up that paper in exchange for the work
A thousand planet a trillion tons mass of the son
But that ain’t equal to my birth or the weight of my hurt
You ever stood on my turf you know about them true OGs
Them rolling them 30s and 40s be riding on them used fours in my hood
That don't reflect the sentiment in my heart
When the blocks is hard as times are we gotta see beyond that
A city made insane by the gangs killed my pops
I used to say the city gave him AIDS so much on my brain it replays and repeats
Another day another dollar in the tres deuce three
And I
I woke up in this world
California ...dreaming[x2]
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