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  • Опубликовано: 02 августа 2017
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    Directed by Kevin Abstract
    DP - Ashlan Grey
    Edit & Color - Henock Sileshi
    VFX- Kevin Doan
    Stylist - Nick Lenzini

    STREAM "SATURATION II":
    Apple Music:
    https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/saturation-2/id1273819126

    Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/0XnqQzdSFAml08XZoRt1St

    Filmed in Van Nuys, Los Angeles, California, USA

    http://instagram.com/brckhmptn
    http://twitter.com/brckhmptn
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Комментарии • 3 932

  • xd Paddy0
    xd Paddy0  3 дней назад

    Epic

    • Alright Jayna
      Alright Jayna  1 недель назад

      they misspelled guard at 3:40, intentionally or on accident? The world may never know

      • Sibulle Vicious
        Sibulle Vicious  1 недель назад

        Rewatching all their music videos because I'm too hyped for Ginger

        • Takumi Nagao
          Takumi Nagao  1 недель назад

          anyone here missing Saturation days?

          • Augamaki
            Augamaki  1 недель назад

            Fun fact: the intro is sampled from a South park episode.

            • QUIT
              QUIT  2 недель назад

              hej

              • Rebel Riddle
                Rebel Riddle  2 недель назад

                [Video Intro - Robert Ontenient:]
                Me llamo Roberto
                Y acabamos de robar un banco

                [Kevin Abstract:]
                These niggas take me for granted, what would hap' if I vanish?
                Bet a hunnid they'd panic, my shooters only speak Spanish
                Keep my heart with my dogs, keep my car in the yard
                I can't drive it nowhere so I let you niggas take off
                Seen the shit that they drop, that shit not instantly hot
                I give that instant re-bop, that replay value go off
                That make my value go up, I keep that bow in my cup
                My niggas rolling, got that going with a thousand to bust
                That nigga Kevin can't rap, he too sappy with his shit
                He don't rep me with his shit, he on that teenage bullshit
                And he 'bout 20 and shit, when he let go of that shit
                He'll prolly be a little colder, y'all agree with me? Shit
                That nigga need to act his age, he ain't acting like a grown up
                Ain't that boy from Texas?, He ain't acting like a soldier
                Knew that boy in high school, man, that nigga wasn't awkward
                And I know his mama, man, that nigga just a liar

                Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
                Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
                When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
                I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

                [Merlyn Wood:]
                Cash don't mean shit (shit)
                Cried my last tears, bitch
                Cashed my last check (check)
                Cash don't mean shit (shit)
                Cash don't mean shit (shit)
                Cried my last tears, bitch
                Cashed my last check (check)
                Cash don't mean shit (shit)

                [Ameer Vann:]
                Call me king of the niggas, I need a crown made of thorns
                God said let there be light, on the day I was born
                Step off the ship with the slaves, then I go hit the stage
                I just left in a whip, all I need is a chain
                I don't trust no niggas, and I don't trust no bitch
                'Cause people talk too much, I bought a black fo'-fifth
                And a brand new clip, that's my new best friend
                'Cause I'm a brand new nigga, in a brand new crib
                I ain't sellin' no more, but got my hand in the zip
                Whitey gave me the check, I ain't ask for the fame
                I used to deal with the grams, 'till they put the cam on my face
                Now I'm evading the law, I'm on a high-speed chase
                I'm in a big ass truck, I tell 'em get out the way
                I gotta couple of warrants, so I'm leaving my state
                Now I'm in Cali today, with the sun on my face
                I got a bag of the gas, and a blunt I can face

                [Dom McLennon:]
                How I'm gon' move at your pace?, I'm busy settin' the tone
                You think we runnin' together?, I'm in a lane of my own
                Don't got no friends in this game, it's me and my brothers alone
                They thinkin' that we competing, that shit depletin' my bones
                I don't need all that energy, they just fuck up my chakras
                I put my heart in a locker, they love me when I'm a martyr
                They hate me when I'm myself, I can't barter with that
                You watch us charter these tracks, it's sticking like tartar and plaque
                I need a parlour of plaques, need lobsters and helicopters
                I need peace for my niggas, need darker skin for all my doctors
                I like to speak like a scholar, like to think like a nigga
                In this world I can't wander, no honor behind the trigger
                I could get shot in my back, and they'd tell the world that I fought 'em
                "We ain't taught 'em nothin' new, but somehow they been gettin' smarter"
                That's what they sayin' in private, speaking from that entitlement
                We still workin' for titles and makin' tidal environments

                [Kevin Abstract:]
                Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
                Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
                When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
                I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me
                Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
                Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
                When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
                I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

                [Matt Champion:]
                Fuck, put ya ante up, riding in the limousine
                I'm stuck on some bud I hit, under concrete canopy
                Fuck all this energy, you just wanna bring me down
                Fuck all your energy, you just wanna bring me down
                Fuck, put the windows up, blowin' past the exit now
                Up like a money shot, swerve into the sunset
                Me and all my boys jet, swervin' like a donut
                Off, off, off, off, swervin' like a donut

                [Kevin Abstract (Joba):]
                Nigga whaaaat
                (Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to)
                Nigga whaaaat
                (Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to)
                Nigga whaaaat
                (Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to)
                Nigga whaaaat
                Y-Yo

                • Goddoggo
                  Goddoggo  2 недель назад

                  the floating head comes back....

                  • Mastah Gee
                    Mastah Gee  2 недель назад

                    OG Locc

                    • Cry Baby
                      Cry Baby  2 недель назад

                      2019 -.-

                      • pursuit of victories
                        pursuit of victories  2 недель назад

                        the fact that the inspo for this video was baby driver and reservoir dogs makes me :))

                        • That Boi
                          That Boi  2 недель назад

                          2 years, holy fuck

                          • Vito Said
                            Vito Said  2 недель назад

                            i miss Ameer

                            • Priyank Jairaj
                              Priyank Jairaj  2 недель назад

                              "tHaT nIgGa KeViN cAn'T rAp"

                              • USER4017 :
                                USER4017 :  2 недель назад

                                Reminiscent of the tamale Music video

                                • Genevieve
                                  Genevieve  3 недель назад

                                  the start of this feels like a whole damn dream oh my god

                                  • ethereal bella
                                    ethereal bella  3 недель назад

                                    i think i would like this song more if Kevin's part wasn't him screaming the n word for 40 minutes, honestly a shame

                                    • Luis Humberto Padilla Cardoso
                                      Luis Humberto Padilla Cardoso  3 недель назад

                                      F

                                      • Сережа Симонов
                                        Сережа Симонов  3 недель назад

                                        NIGGA WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!

                                        • puedo llegar a 3 subs? jsjsj
                                          puedo llegar a 3 subs? jsjsj  3 недель назад

                                          vengo por pedritovm jssjjsjjsj

                                          • YAYO YET
                                            YAYO YET  3 недель назад

                                            2:09 AMLO

                                            • RoN
                                              RoN  3 недель назад

                                              THAT NIGGA KEVIN CAN'T RAP
                                              HE TOO SAPPY WITH HIS SHIT
                                              HE DON'T REP ME WITH HIS SHIT
                                              HE ON THAT TEENAGE BULLSHIT

                                              • ładniejad
                                                ładniejad  3 недель назад

                                                Rap Electro... Indie...
                                                Drug ...dmt. Pająk.....GEJ.... ŚMIERĆ

                                                • calebstanford9
                                                  calebstanford9  4 недель назад

                                                  Why does Dom only drop the best possible verses fr

                                                  • Rociio Mansilla
                                                    Rociio Mansilla  4 недель назад

                                                    PedritoVM solo eso

                                                    • Spencer's TV
                                                      Spencer's TV  4 недель назад

                                                      The van driver looks like will smith

                                                      • luvhirai
                                                        luvhirai  4 недель назад

                                                        no one:
                                                        insta editors: *use this song*

                                                        • aphrodite
                                                          aphrodite  4 недель назад

                                                          3:23 3:49

                                                          • George Cutler
                                                            George Cutler  4 недель назад

                                                            gettin massive gta: san andreas vibes

                                                            • Rezcø
                                                              Rezcø  1 месяцев назад

                                                              LIKE SI VIENES POR PEDRITOVM VIEJAAAA!!!!

                                                              • ValuedTheLovelyGhost
                                                                ValuedTheLovelyGhost  1 месяцев назад

                                                                _are they using Reservoir Dogs as an style to the vid_

                                                                • Lil Autism
                                                                  Lil Autism  1 месяцев назад

                                                                  Still the best bh vid to date

                                                                  • Akira Blaster
                                                                    Akira Blaster  1 месяцев назад

                                                                    Cómo mierda llegue aquí, oh por dios.
                                                                    No está nada mal.

                                                                    • Enlarged Potato
                                                                      Enlarged Potato  1 месяцев назад

                                                                      Never noticed bearface is in this

                                                                      • Billie Central
                                                                        Billie Central  1 месяцев назад

                                                                        Did they really just make a better reservoir dogs!!!

                                                                        • Havenex
                                                                          Havenex  1 месяцев назад

                                                                          Matt Champion looks like young Keanu Reeves in this video

                                                                          • JTSharkAttack
                                                                            JTSharkAttack  2 месяцев назад

                                                                            This is the first song I ever heard from them

                                                                            • rocknexus
                                                                              rocknexus  2 месяцев назад

                                                                              No one:
                                                                              Dog niggas: 4:10

                                                                              • Useless Distortion
                                                                                Useless Distortion  2 месяцев назад

                                                                                i like brockhampton kind type video make

                                                                                • Uğur Özaslan
                                                                                  Uğur Özaslan  2 месяцев назад

                                                                                  Roberto is so fucking hot!

                                                                                  • Sockmother
                                                                                    Sockmother  2 месяцев назад

                                                                                    great song, even greater music video

                                                                                    • My Man
                                                                                      My Man  2 месяцев назад

                                                                                      (Kevin)
                                                                                      These niggas take me for granted, what would hap' if I vanish?
                                                                                      Bet a hunnid they'd panic, my shooters only speak Spanish
                                                                                      Keep my heart with my dogs, keep my car in the yard
                                                                                      I can't drive it nowhere so I let you niggas take off
                                                                                      Seen the shit that they drop, that shit not instantly hot
                                                                                      I give that instant re-bop, that replay value go off
                                                                                      That make my value go up, I keep that bow in my cup
                                                                                      My niggas rolling, got that going with a thousand to bust
                                                                                      That nigga Kevin can't rap, he too sappy with his shit
                                                                                      He don't rep me with his shit, he on that teenage bullshit
                                                                                      And he 'bout 20 and shit, when he let go of that shit
                                                                                      He'll prolly be a little colder, y'all agree with me shit?
                                                                                      That nigga need to act his age, he ain't acting like a grown up
                                                                                      Ain't that boy from Texas? He ain't acting like a soldier
                                                                                      Knew that boy in high school, man that nigga wasn't awkward
                                                                                      And I know his mama, man that nigga just a liar

                                                                                      (Still Kevin I think)
                                                                                      Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
                                                                                      Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
                                                                                      When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
                                                                                      I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

                                                                                      (Merlyn)
                                                                                      Cash don't mean shit (shit)
                                                                                      Cried my last tears, bitch
                                                                                      Cashed my last check (check)
                                                                                      Cash don't mean shit (shit)
                                                                                      Cash don't mean shit (shit)
                                                                                      Cried my last tears, bitch
                                                                                      Cashed my last check (check)
                                                                                      Cash don't mean shit (shit)

                                                                                      (Ameer)
                                                                                      Call me king of the niggas, I need a crown made of thorns
                                                                                      God said let there be light, on the day I was born
                                                                                      Step off the ship with the slaves, then I go hit the stage
                                                                                      I just left in a whip, all I need is a chain
                                                                                      I don't trust no niggas, and I don't trust no bitch
                                                                                      'Cause people talk too much, I bought a black four-fifth
                                                                                      And a brand new clip, that's my new best friend
                                                                                      'Cause I'm a brand new nigga, In a brand new crib
                                                                                      I ain't sellin no more, but got my hand in the zip
                                                                                      Whitey gave me the check, I ain't ask for the fame
                                                                                      I used to deal with the grams, 'till they put the cam on my face
                                                                                      Now I'm evading the law, I'm on a high-speed chase
                                                                                      I'm in a big ass truck, I tell 'em get out the way
                                                                                      I gotta couple of warrants, so I'm leaving my state
                                                                                      Now I'm in Cali today, with the sun on my face
                                                                                      I got a bag of the gas, and a blunt I can face

                                                                                      (Dom McLennon)
                                                                                      How I'm gon' move at your pace, I'm busy settin' the tone
                                                                                      You think we runnin' together, I'm in a lane of my own
                                                                                      Don't got no friends in this game, it's me and my brothers alone
                                                                                      They thinkin' that we competing, that shit depletin' my bones
                                                                                      I don't need all that energy, they just fuck up my chakras
                                                                                      I put my heart in a locker, they love me when I'm a martyr
                                                                                      They hate me when I'm myself, I can't barter with that
                                                                                      You watch us charter these tracks, it's sticking like tartar and plaque
                                                                                      I need a parlour of plaques, need lobsters and helicopters
                                                                                      I need peace for my niggas, need darker skin for all my doctors
                                                                                      I like to speak like a scholar, like to think like a nigga
                                                                                      In this world I can't wander, no honor behind the trigger
                                                                                      I could get shot in my back, and they'd tell the world that I fought 'em
                                                                                      "We ain't taught 'em nothin' new, but somehow they been gettin' smarter"
                                                                                      That's what they sayin' in private, speaking from that entitlement
                                                                                      We still workin' for titles, and makin' tidal environments

                                                                                      (Kevin Abstract)
                                                                                      Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
                                                                                      Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
                                                                                      When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
                                                                                      I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me
                                                                                      Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
                                                                                      Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
                                                                                      When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
                                                                                      I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

                                                                                      (Matt champion)
                                                                                      Fuck, put ya ante up, riding in the limousine
                                                                                      I'm stuck on some bud I hit, under concrete canopy
                                                                                      Fuck all this energy, you just wanna bring me down
                                                                                      Fuck all your energy, you just wanna bring me down
                                                                                      Fuck with the windows up, blowin' past the exit now
                                                                                      Up like a money shot, swerve into the sunset
                                                                                      Me and all my boys jet, swervin' like a donut
                                                                                      Off off off off, swervin' like a donut


                                                                                      (Kevin: nigga what
                                                                                      JOBA: pull up, pull up..)

                                                                                      Nigga what
                                                                                      (Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to)
                                                                                      Nigga what
                                                                                      (Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to)
                                                                                      Nigga what
                                                                                      (Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to)
                                                                                      Nigga what

                                                                                      • zero
                                                                                        zero  2 месяцев назад

                                                                                        this is probably kevin’s hardest verse. this or junky, of course.

                                                                                        • Seeyameanie
                                                                                          Seeyameanie  2 месяцев назад

                                                                                          Miss these guys

                                                                                          • Unknown Person
                                                                                            Unknown Person  2 месяцев назад

                                                                                            If you’re wondering who Mr Vann is he is flightreacts dad

                                                                                            • marylin n'dolli
                                                                                              marylin n'dolli  2 месяцев назад

                                                                                              Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]

                                                                                              These niggas take me for granted, what would hap' if I vanish?
                                                                                              Bet a hunnid they'd panic, my shooters only speak Spanish
                                                                                              Keep my heart with my dogs, keep my car in the yard
                                                                                              I can't drive it nowhere so I'll let you niggas take off
                                                                                              Seen the shit that they drop, that shit not instantly hot
                                                                                              I give that instant re-bop, that replay value go off
                                                                                              That make my value go up, I keep that bow in my cup
                                                                                              My niggas rolling, got that going with a thousand to bust
                                                                                              That nigga Kevin can't rap, he too sappy with his shit
                                                                                              He don't rep me with his shit, he on that teenage bullshit
                                                                                              And he 'bout 20 and shit? When he let go of that shit?
                                                                                              He'll prolly be a little colder, y'all agree with me? Shit
                                                                                              That nigga need to act his age, he ain't acting like a grown up
                                                                                              Ain't that boy from Texas? He ain't acting like a soldier
                                                                                              Knew that boy in high school, man, that nigga wasn't awkward
                                                                                              And I know his mama, man, that nigga just a liar

                                                                                              [Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

                                                                                              Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
                                                                                              Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
                                                                                              When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
                                                                                              I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me
                                                                                              [Bridge: Merlyn Wood]

                                                                                              Cash don't mean shit (shit), cried my last tears, bitch
                                                                                              Cashed my last check (check), cash don't mean shit (shit)
                                                                                              Cash don't mean shit (shit), cried my last tears, bitch
                                                                                              Cashed my last check (check), cash don't mean shit (shit)

                                                                                              [Verse 2: Ameer Vann]

                                                                                              Call me King of the Niggas, I need a crown made of thorns
                                                                                              God said, "Let there be light" on the day I was born
                                                                                              Step off the ship with the slaves, then I go hit the stage
                                                                                              I just left in a whip, all I need is a chain
                                                                                              I don't trust no niggas and I don't trust no bitch
                                                                                              'Cause people talk too much, I bought a black fo'-fifth
                                                                                              And a brand new clip, that's my new best friend
                                                                                              'Cause I'm a brand new nigga, in a brand new crib
                                                                                              I ain't sellin' no more, but got my hand in the zip
                                                                                              Whitey gave me the check, I ain't ask for the fame
                                                                                              I used to deal with the grams 'til they put the cam on my face
                                                                                              Now I'm evading the law, I'm on a high-speed chase
                                                                                              I'm in a big-ass truck, I tell 'em, "Get out the way"
                                                                                              I gotta couple of warrants, so I'm leaving my state
                                                                                              Now I'm in Cali today, with the sun on my face
                                                                                              I got a bag of the gas, and a blunt I can face

                                                                                              [Verse 3: Dom McLennon]

                                                                                              How I'm gon' move at your pace? I'm busy settin' the tone
                                                                                              You think we runnin' together? I'm in a lane of my own
                                                                                              Don't got no friends in this game, it's me and my brothers alone
                                                                                              They thinkin' that we competing, that shit depletin' my bones
                                                                                              I don't need all that energy, they just fuck up my chakras
                                                                                              I put my heart in a locker, they love me when I'm a martyr
                                                                                              They hate me when I'm myself, I can't barter with that
                                                                                              You watch us charter these tracks, it's sticking like tartar and plaque
                                                                                              I need a parlour of plaques, need lobsters and helicopters
                                                                                              I need peace for my niggas, need darker skin for all my doctors
                                                                                              I like to speak like a scholar, like to think like a nigga
                                                                                              In this world I can't wander, no honor behind the trigger
                                                                                              I could get shot in my back and they'd tell the world that I fought 'em
                                                                                              "We ain't taught 'em nothin' new, but somehow they been gettin' smarter"
                                                                                              That's what they sayin' in private, speaking from that entitlement
                                                                                              We still workin' for titles and makin' tidal environments

                                                                                              [Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

                                                                                              Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
                                                                                              Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
                                                                                              When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
                                                                                              I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me
                                                                                              Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
                                                                                              Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
                                                                                              When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
                                                                                              I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

                                                                                              [Bridge: Matt Champion]

                                                                                              Fuck, put ya ante up, riding in the limousine
                                                                                              I'm stuck on some bud I hit, under concrete canopy
                                                                                              Fuck all this energy, you just wanna bring me down
                                                                                              Fuck all your energy, you just wanna bring me down
                                                                                              Fuck, put the windows up, blowin' past the exit now
                                                                                              Up like a money shot, swerve into the sunset
                                                                                              Me and all my boys jet, swerving like a doughnut
                                                                                              Off, off, off, off, swerving like a doughnut

                                                                                              [Outro: Kevin Abstract & JOBA]

                                                                                              Nigga, what?
                                                                                              Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to
                                                                                              Nigga, what?
                                                                                              Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to
                                                                                              Nigga, what?
                                                                                              Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to
                                                                                              Nigga, what? Y-yo

                                                                                              • aerovic
                                                                                                aerovic  2 месяцев назад

                                                                                                Lyrics:

                                                                                                Me llamo Roberto
                                                                                                Y acabamos de robar un banco

                                                                                                These niggas take me for granted, what would hap' if I vanish?
                                                                                                Bet a hunnid they'd panic, my shooters only speak Spanish
                                                                                                Keep my heart with my dogs, keep my car in the yard
                                                                                                I can't drive it nowhere so I let you niggas take off
                                                                                                Seen the shit that they drop, that shit not instantly hot
                                                                                                I give that instant re-bop, that replay value go off
                                                                                                That make my value go up, I keep that bow in my cup
                                                                                                My niggas rolling, got that going with a thousand to bust
                                                                                                That nigga Kevin can't rap, he too sappy with his shit
                                                                                                He don't rep me with his shit, he on that teenage bullshit
                                                                                                And he 'bout 20 and shit, when he let go of that shit
                                                                                                He'll prolly be a little colder, y'all agree with me shit?
                                                                                                That nigga need to act his age, he ain't acting like a grown up
                                                                                                Ain't that boy from Texas? He ain't acting like a soldier
                                                                                                Knew that boy in high school, man that nigga wasn't awkward
                                                                                                And I know his mama, man that nigga just a liar

                                                                                                Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
                                                                                                Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
                                                                                                When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
                                                                                                I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

                                                                                                Cash don't mean shit (shit)
                                                                                                Cried my last tears, bitch
                                                                                                Cashed my last check (check)
                                                                                                Cash don't mean shit (shit)
                                                                                                Cash don't mean shit (shit)
                                                                                                Cried my last tears, bitch
                                                                                                Cashed my last check (check)
                                                                                                Cash don't mean shit (shit)

                                                                                                Call me king of the niggas, I need a crown made of thorns
                                                                                                God said let there be light, on the day I was born
                                                                                                Step off the ship with the slaves, then I go hit the stage
                                                                                                I just left in a whip, all I need is a chain
                                                                                                I don't trust no niggas, and I don't trust no bitch
                                                                                                'Cause people talk too much, I bought a black four-fifth
                                                                                                And a brand new clip, that's my new best friend
                                                                                                'Cause I'm a brand new nigga, In a brand new crib
                                                                                                I ain't sellin no more, but got my hand in the zip
                                                                                                Whitey gave me the check, I ain't ask for the fame
                                                                                                I used to deal with the grams, 'till they put the cam on my face
                                                                                                Now I'm evading the law, I'm on a high-speed chase
                                                                                                I'm in a big ass truck, I tell 'em get out the way
                                                                                                I gotta couple of warrants, so I'm leaving my state
                                                                                                Now I'm in Cali today, with the sun on my face
                                                                                                I got a bag of the gas, and a blunt I can face

                                                                                                How I'm gon' move at your pace, I'm busy settin' the tone
                                                                                                You think we runnin' together, I'm in a lane of my own
                                                                                                Don't got no friends in this game, it's me and my brothers alone
                                                                                                They thinkin' that we competing, that shit depletin' my bones
                                                                                                I don't need all that energy, they just fuck up my chakras
                                                                                                I put my heart in a locker, they love me when I'm a martyr
                                                                                                They hate me when I'm myself, I can't barter with that
                                                                                                You watch us charter these tracks, it's sticking like tartar and plaque
                                                                                                I need a parlour of plaques, need lobsters and helicopters
                                                                                                I need peace for my niggas, need darker skin for all my doctors
                                                                                                I like to speak like a scholar, like to think like a nigga
                                                                                                In this world I can't wander, no honor behind the trigger
                                                                                                I could get shot in my back, and they'd tell the world that I fought 'em
                                                                                                "We ain't taught 'em nothin' new, but somehow they been gettin' smarter"
                                                                                                That's what they sayin' in private, speaking from that entitlement
                                                                                                We still workin' for titles, and makin' tidal environments

                                                                                                Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
                                                                                                Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
                                                                                                When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
                                                                                                I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me
                                                                                                Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
                                                                                                Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
                                                                                                When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
                                                                                                I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

                                                                                                Fuck, put ya ante up, riding in the limousine
                                                                                                I'm stuck on some bud I hit, under concrete canopy
                                                                                                Fuck all this energy, you just wanna bring me down
                                                                                                Fuck all your energy, you just wanna bring me down
                                                                                                Fuck with the windows up, blowin' past the exit now
                                                                                                Up like a money shot, swerve into the sunset
                                                                                                Me and all my boys jet, swervin' like a donut
                                                                                                Off off off off, swervin' like a donut

                                                                                                Nigga what
                                                                                                (Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to)
                                                                                                Nigga what
                                                                                                (Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to)
                                                                                                Nigga what
                                                                                                (Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to)
                                                                                                Nigga what

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                                                                                                  i feel so many dope artists are being slept on