I used to wonder what life would be like
Thought I'd never be it
Just strife and strife
Thinking of Beverly Hills
Talking loud, Real nice, Did it once, Did it twice
Matter of fact
Did it more than the pastor preachin'
Where the holy water at?
Can't hear it leachin'
Got my bags at LAX
Waitin' for the ride
Hover comin' through
Gotta stay fly
High tide
Used to make us go numb
So young
But we didn't listen
Steady slip trip driving our pain away
Spent two racks on my kicks, Man They fresh
Sway shook my hand, Felt like I passed a test
From pushing grains in the Ford van
Now they only see me when I'm live on their feed
Still keep grinding til they down on their elbows and their knees getting the forced content feed
And
I used to wonder what life would be like
Thought I'd never be it
Just strife and strife
Thinking of Beverly Hills
Talking loud, Real nice, Did it once, Did it twice
Used to sleep on studio couches
Down and out
Thoughts of running in houses
Filled with doubt
Temple Road
Where I thought I'd be hanging about
But I came a long way
Took the hard way
No doubt
Just a beat
It made us go numb
So young
But we kept pushing
Steady slip trip Driving our pain away
Spent two racks on my kicks, Man They fresh
Sway shook my hand, Felt like I take flight
Used to sleep on studio couches
Down and out
Thoughts of running in houses
Filled with doubt
Temple Road
Where I thought I'd be hanging about
But I came a long way
Took the hard way
No doubt
Just a beat
It made us go numb
So young
But we kept pushing
Steady slip trip Driving our pain away
I used to wonder what life would be like
Thought I'd never be here
Just strife and strife and strife and strife and
Thinking of Beverly Hills
Talking loud Real nice
Did it once, did it twice
I'm the two time but you think you know me
I'm the two time but you think you know me
Did it once, did it twice
Did it once, did it twice
I'm the two time but you think you know me