With so much drama in the OAK
It's kinda hard just to do it for the mother-f*cking Bay
I am not that guy that resides outside then tell you how to live
Your mother-f*cking life I rock my stripes with so much pride
That a nigga can't tell me shit about mine
I took that time, head held up high
And plus, not so many niggas copped a brick from a dime
Really standing on the corner sell a whole lotta rocks
Short stopping all the knocks and never talking to the cops
Street shit who would've knew I'd be dead or in the SHU
If a thug catch a case and give his man away he through
That's any day or any race man I'm just saying right now
If there's code to the streets you niggas modded right now
All I want is some peace with my mother-f*cking people
Fly them all the way to Sweden
All white beheaded eagle, uh
Lost sight can't see
Don't keep company
Eyes low Chun-Li
Smoke strong broccoli
Most def walk the streets
Homicide murder sheets
The youth out of reach
No rapper wanna preach
Shoot a nigga pay the bill
Big house on the hills
More kills bigger deal
More drugs than on the field
Used to stand on the corner
Sell a whole lotta rocks
Getting searched by the cops
Busting at the f*cking ops
I was lost in the sauce
Had a line on the soft
Family ties to the pen
Ask uncle Loft
Street shit all i knew
Test me I'ma shoot
Seen niggas get away in a red Lexus coupe
Time fly by I'm a grown ass man right now
Got this big ass 40 in my pants right now
All I want is some peace with my mother-f*cking people
Fly overseas to Eden
All white like a seagull