Tell em where you from from the bay right? Ay we ain't ever gonna stray
Oh you straight right? Zipping through avenues again
No fog with the roof down, not your average rapper dude
Young fly gentleman, Area is attitude, booth now it's that SF pride
We making moves now, immigrants, we ain't gon' hide
No way, This town, yeah we gotta a lot of problems
But homie listen, coalitioning- we solve 'em
And I could see it in her eyes on the down low
A golden city isn't pretty for the for the brown folk
And, ain't no Pity on comMittees full of bullshit, still
We Stand toGether in the Pepper in the full clips
F*ck Michelin stars, that's a perk tho
Whether you rock Good Will or a fur coat
Make a Name for yourself with your actions
One slab at a time like a blacksmith
Tell me what am I supposed to do
When everything ain't really going cool
It's like everything's a "no" for you
It's like everything's a "no" for you
Still I'm feeling breezy
I'm gonna make it on the TV
You know I was raised to be great
You know I was raised in the bay
Yeah blinded by the skylines and city lights
Learned to follow guidelines and get it right
Grinding through the gritty nights, building up an enterprise
Making sure I made it through the door when it was dinner time
The summer like, winter time, covered in the fog
Million dollar views, tourists wonder in awe
Transplants call it "San Fran," natives call it, "Frisco" pull your card like a fast-pass, keep it official
At the cliff house watching as the sun sets low
A purple haze in the sky as the blunt gets rolled
Inhale the drama, exhale the trauma, do it for the kids with no fathers or their mamas
The overpriced cost of living got the people moving out, you ain't complaining huh
You must be new to town, this is city boy born to raise hell every season
Welcome to Frisco, when the hell is you leaving
Tell me what am I supposed to do
When everything ain't really going cool
It's like everything's a "no" for you
It's like everything's a "no" for you
Still I'm feeling breezy
I'm gonna make it on the TV
You know I was raised to be great
You know I was raised in the bay
Son of Paper - Raised to Be Great (feat. Giuliana Lee & Son of Paper) Lyrics
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Tell em where you from from the bay right? Ay we ain't ever gonna stray
Oh you straight right? Zipping through avenues again
No fog with the roof down, not your average rapper dude
Young fly gentleman, Area is attitude, booth now it's that SF pride
We making moves now, immigrants, we ain't gon' hide
No way, This town, yeah we gotta a lot of problems
But homie listen, coalitioning- we solve 'em
And I could see it in her eyes on the down low
A golden city isn't pretty for the for the brown folk
And, ain't no Pity on comMittees full of bullshit, still
We Stand toGether in the Pepper in the full clips
F*ck Michelin stars, that's a perk tho
Whether you rock Good Will or a fur coat
Make a Name for yourself with your actions
One slab at a time like a blacksmith
Tell me what am I supposed to do
When everything ain't really going cool
It's like everything's a "no" for you
It's like everything's a "no" for you
Still I'm feeling breezy
I'm gonna make it on the TV
You know I was raised to be great
You know I was raised in the bay
Yeah blinded by the skylines and city lights
Learned to follow guidelines and get it right
Grinding through the gritty nights, building up an enterprise
Making sure I made it through the door when it was dinner time
The summer like, winter time, covered in the fog
Million dollar views, tourists wonder in awe
Transplants call it "San Fran," natives call it, "Frisco" pull your card like a fast-pass, keep it official
At the cliff house watching as the sun sets low
A purple haze in the sky as the blunt gets rolled
Inhale the drama, exhale the trauma, do it for the kids with no fathers or their mamas
The overpriced cost of living got the people moving out, you ain't complaining huh
You must be new to town, this is city boy born to raise hell every season
Welcome to Frisco, when the hell is you leaving
Tell me what am I supposed to do
When everything ain't really going cool
It's like everything's a "no" for you
It's like everything's a "no" for you
Still I'm feeling breezy
I'm gonna make it on the TV
You know I was raised to be great
You know I was raised in the bay
Oh you straight right? Zipping through avenues again
No fog with the roof down, not your average rapper dude
Young fly gentleman, Area is attitude, booth now it's that SF pride
We making moves now, immigrants, we ain't gon' hide
No way, This town, yeah we gotta a lot of problems
But homie listen, coalitioning- we solve 'em
And I could see it in her eyes on the down low
A golden city isn't pretty for the for the brown folk
And, ain't no Pity on comMittees full of bullshit, still
We Stand toGether in the Pepper in the full clips
F*ck Michelin stars, that's a perk tho
Whether you rock Good Will or a fur coat
Make a Name for yourself with your actions
One slab at a time like a blacksmith
Tell me what am I supposed to do
When everything ain't really going cool
It's like everything's a "no" for you
It's like everything's a "no" for you
Still I'm feeling breezy
I'm gonna make it on the TV
You know I was raised to be great
You know I was raised in the bay
Yeah blinded by the skylines and city lights
Learned to follow guidelines and get it right
Grinding through the gritty nights, building up an enterprise
Making sure I made it through the door when it was dinner time
The summer like, winter time, covered in the fog
Million dollar views, tourists wonder in awe
Transplants call it "San Fran," natives call it, "Frisco" pull your card like a fast-pass, keep it official
At the cliff house watching as the sun sets low
A purple haze in the sky as the blunt gets rolled
Inhale the drama, exhale the trauma, do it for the kids with no fathers or their mamas
The overpriced cost of living got the people moving out, you ain't complaining huh
You must be new to town, this is city boy born to raise hell every season
Welcome to Frisco, when the hell is you leaving
Tell me what am I supposed to do
When everything ain't really going cool
It's like everything's a "no" for you
It's like everything's a "no" for you
Still I'm feeling breezy
I'm gonna make it on the TV
You know I was raised to be great
You know I was raised in the bay
Writer: Kyle Shin, Rymo Cortado
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid