815 Grant Street
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This ain't a song for club moves or parties I’m on fire like Johnny Blaze on a Harley Grant sent me another beat imma body Got Hennessy next to me chilling but I ain’t Cardi (Cardi) Yea, this is my year Rapping hella slow so you can hear me clear I miss my nigga Jonathan we haven’t spoke in years Sad that our fucked up relationship bring my mom tears Tell him its all love here Tryna make a way to be a pioneer Dad used to save change to buy a cold beer Now we eating buttered Lobster tail on top of Stratospheres (Stratospheres) It’s time to make it out the hood right Niggas thought I was done after “One Time” But now I gotta prove em wrong a few more times Have your girl sing along to some good rhymes But imma play it cool I got more important shit to battle through I’m tryna move my mom out the hood, something new Move her to a place with a better view (Better view) And now I graduate in May I remember freshman year like it yesterday In the valley yelling "ball games" with bald fades Back when life was simple man God bless the old days Never thought I’d be looking down at your grave Man there’s so much shit that I wanna say You was workin on The Strip, volunteering tryna get paid When a crazy man went rogue inside of Mandalay Bay I remember when I got the call Had 20 sum messages from Jay & Paul We used love to hit the Y, just to play some ball Find cute shorties to kick it with by the meadows mall Will they ever call your black life beautiful Will they ever call your homicide a sacrifice A Las Vegas love story to be jealous of I’m just sad you had to be the one to pay the price A young king with nothing shy of the big dreams Always looking out for me since we was thirteen I was a dumb hot head that used to start scenes But when it was time for the fighting you was on my team Yeah we used to, Knuckle up I’m tired of niggas hating, man I’ve had enough We used to sneak on the bus, its time to double up Now we do the dash on the freeway, its time to buckle up Just a West Coast boy that rose from concrete I’m putting for on my city its time we all eat I’m headed to the top, can’t nobody stop me Grateful for the memories down 815 Grant Street All the lessons learned from the city that raised me 815 Grant Street All the lessons learned from the city that raised me Cease
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