6am in Vallejo

I did it all in a year This shit is mine yeah I'm callin it here Put it on wax Now I'm all in yo ear I do everything but back pace Hopped in my bag like a sack race I could push a button and you gone that's my backspace I never wanted cheese enough to join the fuckin rat race All they videos got guns in them I'm done with them These light bars I'm really having fun with them You ain't a killa cause you run with them Them sneak disses is trash my nigga literally You know you just showing yo insecurity They got pumps and still ain't pumping no fear in me As I reflect they trynna mirror me Guess I'm the nigga to watch I opened doors while they was picking the lock No bartender we just sending the shots Oh you ain't know this be my coldest year I'm really taking the throne Y'all touch bases but me I'm really taking it home I'm trynna save my niggas from white Jesus And mental oppression I tried to call it but ain't get no reception I think it's all in they plan They throwing salt I let it fall in my hand You a dog cause you follow commands I work for myself Did it alone bitch I owe myself Selfie cam I had to show myself I know yo bitch and I know myself Before I left this bitch sink I'll row myself I'm back on them Bethel High days When I was battling niggas Ask Vegas Ima animal nigga Yeah I was giving bars while niggas was doing math This shit ain't new to me What could they do to me I know better than to hold the piece on internet Cause that's public information boy remember that But I ain't trynna knock em cause these niggas really trying But if everybody killas why it ain't nobody dying It all sound good But I think somebody lying I knew it all would happen Ima muthafuckin' mayan I think I got it figured out I let it rain then clear it out I'm who you hear about Melody Sariah is the only thing I care about Threaten her and they'll be asking for ya whereabouts I'm on this year Ima drop some mo songs this year Every play is fourth and long this year I'm going deep in this bitch Think I sleep with this bitch Stick a fork in it So I could eat with the shit Milli said she miss that o twelve Tota I think I'm back Said I got a whole lot on my plate I'm thinking snack If everybody living a lie who speaking facts They rapping bout bodies The government keeping track I'm trynna save you from yoself my nigga This the part where you run and get some help my nigga They rather see me dead than at the top of the chart I had to tie a knot in my heart Cause I was showing love while niggas was really plottin' Trynna get you out the field You rather be picking cotton You bit into the apple I told you to let it rotten They jealous over my drive I warned them before they got in If they ain't taking risk They jealous of what you got How you gon to be a shooter But neva shooting yo shot Cause y'all be doing the most But I be doing a lot Ironic how they raps tell me everything they not Probably feelin' a way We all know they ain't as real as they say They Kit Kats I had to give them a break I'm on go these niggas still on a break They lack class like they still on a break At this rate in five years I'll be great It's 6am in Vallejo I'm thinking elevation With less stress and more dedication