Killafornia

Living in the city of the Scandalous
Shisty motherf**kers can't even trust my own brothers
So who can I choose to trust me that's who
Niggas want a piece of the pie f**k off and die
Jealous envious fools want to rush this
Loco trooping a** ni**a with the cash sh*t
Motherf**kers just get your own and leave mine alone
Forty -five places to get done
Send out your invitation
To the party of your elimination
I got peeps that play for keeps
Now I'm laying your a** down to sleep
But every hustler wants to be bawling
But I got the balls for the shot calling
I pull strings the Don King only in America
Then I hustle and flex my muscle
Yeah man I've been out here
Running game for eight years
I know I'm getting tired of standing
On this corner
Ni**a I want a fat pad and fly a** pool
Finest motherf**king b**ches jewels
And all that sh*t if I got to take it
From a ni**a
Sh*t let him run for me then
I can work for myself don't have to
Work for nobody I'll be my own hustler
Where can I roam to get my hustle on
Killafornia stacking the chips got the full clips
Loaded and cocked I'm used to running with the Glock
Nina Millimeter lighting up the f**king block
Now who you gonna trust who can you trust
I don't know but if you coming on my corner
I think I'm gonna bust
You can't handle us devious dangerous
Criminal mentality insanity
I move weight from state to state
All the niggas moving weights can you relate
Damn what's up I see you
Pushing that big time weight
I told you I wasn't bullshitting
You coming up aight
When I seen you three or four
Months ago I told you
Got respect for a man now
Handle your sh*t
Where can I choose to get my hustle on
In the alleyway lighting up all night long
F**k working at McD's I'm rolling with the O Z's
In the QP's puffing on trees
Who can I trust who can you trust
Not that shady motherf**ker in the city Los Scandalous
Well well little man came up a little bit
It feels good having money in the pocket
F* *k that nine to five b******t right
Yeah kick that sh*t to the curb
But you got to look out for the scandalous motherf**kers
Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherf**ker
Yeah but motherf**kers got to look out for us too
You know what I'm saying
I'm just as shisty as a ni**a
Sh*t set me up and niggas are gonna die
You get set up back cuz we ain't having that b******t
I got your back you got mine that goes without saying
Twenty-seven and mo baby twenty-seven and mo
Let's get the f**k out of here