YUMA

Six deep, rollin' trees
In the back seat, uh
Black boys gettin' G's over rap beats, uh
Overseas, bitch, please
I done seen a whole half of the planet
Running the whole gamut
Hustle for my bread
A nigga that known famine
Wisdom in my dreads, it's heavy but I manage
Cody in the cockpit, running the ship
Real Inglewood nigga, you ain't fuckin' with him
We on way to the A, sold out in the Bay
The bro price hold it down when we get to LA
AK, bring the vibes it don't matter the state
My boy Ty hella fly and it never be fake
Yeah
Black excellence
All about the path
You could miss me with the extra shit
I don't use the C word
We don't need a pessimist
I was fifteen in the kitchen with the Mexicans
Niggas is my brethren
Me and Marc from the city that don't sleep
Don't speak if you don't know a winter with no heat
My OG, met a good woman, she so keen
I love to see my niggas drink water and grow green
Great great grandma was picking the cane
The shit is insane
My lineage remember the pain
I'm gettin' us paid
Nothing finna get in my way
A nigga free
Never living enslaved, until I'm digging my grave

Give a fuck about your expectations
Every day we having celebrations
Revelation after revelation
I see the struggle like tuition for the education
We came far from the G train
On the block watching dopeheads freebase
I don't even trip when I see hate
Nothin' really gettin' to me these days, yeah