On 3, if I'm grinding it's commas on everything
Six figure is comfortable but B.I.G. told me skies the limit
Hustle game like a Curry shot I, come for the win
Set up shop East to West collect the dividends
Celebrating under a full moon as my dogs come out (Howling)
Most cats won't taste the money cause they ain't even left the house
Keep your head, very high, as you walk in this world
And keep your eyes off of the ground, that's the place for your feet
Keep your circle air tight, leave no room for defeat
I, clearly understand the art of pain
I know the art of war, how to manage squads and pull the audibles
My clique win like we Golden State, believe that
Born and raised up in the Golden State
My team eat like we Golden State
20 ounce bone in up on them dinner plates, they know
If I ain't eating what is you chewing?
Bars to my last breath, they'll never get used to them, they won't
I'm hot as August and ain't with the games
So if you ever try to play me it's going to be that rest in peace saying
I said the clique is in the building
My clique win like we Golden State, believe that
Born and raised up in the Golden State
My team eat like we Golden State
20 ounce bone in up on them dinner plates, they know
Y-Dresta, if anybody know, yeah, Lightbub
When I walked in they already knew
From the D hat, to the cuff in my pants
To the way I tie my shoes
Ain't no love in the street, these ni**as all weak
Sentimental and broke, and hate the teams that eat
If I'm eating steak you know I want filet mignon
I put a chicken on my neck, I was having fun
In the back seat of the 4 door SUV
I be, counting money, talking money, constantly
Why you kick it with ni**as that ain't about they loot
And why you got the nine on you, you ain't fixing to shoot
They call me Lightbub, I'm from a place they call D.A
You ain't going to meet to many ni**as from around my way
My clique win like we Golden State, believe that
Born and raised up in the Golden State
My team eat like we Golden State
20 ounce bone in up on them dinner plates, they know
Y-Dresta - Golden State (feat. Lightbub) Lyrics
Y-Dresta - Golden State (feat. Lightbub) Lyrics
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On 3, if I'm grinding it's commas on everything
Six figure is comfortable but B.I.G. told me skies the limit
Hustle game like a Curry shot I, come for the win
Set up shop East to West collect the dividends
Celebrating under a full moon as my dogs come out (Howling)
Most cats won't taste the money cause they ain't even left the house
Keep your head, very high, as you walk in this world
And keep your eyes off of the ground, that's the place for your feet
Keep your circle air tight, leave no room for defeat
I, clearly understand the art of pain
I know the art of war, how to manage squads and pull the audibles
My clique win like we Golden State, believe that
Born and raised up in the Golden State
My team eat like we Golden State
20 ounce bone in up on them dinner plates, they know
If I ain't eating what is you chewing?
Bars to my last breath, they'll never get used to them, they won't
I'm hot as August and ain't with the games
So if you ever try to play me it's going to be that rest in peace saying
I said the clique is in the building
My clique win like we Golden State, believe that
Born and raised up in the Golden State
My team eat like we Golden State
20 ounce bone in up on them dinner plates, they know
Y-Dresta, if anybody know, yeah, Lightbub
When I walked in they already knew
From the D hat, to the cuff in my pants
To the way I tie my shoes
Ain't no love in the street, these ni**as all weak
Sentimental and broke, and hate the teams that eat
If I'm eating steak you know I want filet mignon
I put a chicken on my neck, I was having fun
In the back seat of the 4 door SUV
I be, counting money, talking money, constantly
Why you kick it with ni**as that ain't about they loot
And why you got the nine on you, you ain't fixing to shoot
They call me Lightbub, I'm from a place they call D.A
You ain't going to meet to many ni**as from around my way
My clique win like we Golden State, believe that
Born and raised up in the Golden State
My team eat like we Golden State
20 ounce bone in up on them dinner plates, they know
Six figure is comfortable but B.I.G. told me skies the limit
Hustle game like a Curry shot I, come for the win
Set up shop East to West collect the dividends
Celebrating under a full moon as my dogs come out (Howling)
Most cats won't taste the money cause they ain't even left the house
Keep your head, very high, as you walk in this world
And keep your eyes off of the ground, that's the place for your feet
Keep your circle air tight, leave no room for defeat
I, clearly understand the art of pain
I know the art of war, how to manage squads and pull the audibles
My clique win like we Golden State, believe that
Born and raised up in the Golden State
My team eat like we Golden State
20 ounce bone in up on them dinner plates, they know
If I ain't eating what is you chewing?
Bars to my last breath, they'll never get used to them, they won't
I'm hot as August and ain't with the games
So if you ever try to play me it's going to be that rest in peace saying
I said the clique is in the building
My clique win like we Golden State, believe that
Born and raised up in the Golden State
My team eat like we Golden State
20 ounce bone in up on them dinner plates, they know
Y-Dresta, if anybody know, yeah, Lightbub
When I walked in they already knew
From the D hat, to the cuff in my pants
To the way I tie my shoes
Ain't no love in the street, these ni**as all weak
Sentimental and broke, and hate the teams that eat
If I'm eating steak you know I want filet mignon
I put a chicken on my neck, I was having fun
In the back seat of the 4 door SUV
I be, counting money, talking money, constantly
Why you kick it with ni**as that ain't about they loot
And why you got the nine on you, you ain't fixing to shoot
They call me Lightbub, I'm from a place they call D.A
You ain't going to meet to many ni**as from around my way
My clique win like we Golden State, believe that
Born and raised up in the Golden State
My team eat like we Golden State
20 ounce bone in up on them dinner plates, they know
Writer: Andre Wilson, Marc Boykin
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