YUMA

6 deep Rollin trees In the back seat Ugh Blackboys Gettin g's over Rap beats Ugh Overseas Bitch please I don't seen a whole half of the planet Running the whole gamet Hustle for my bread A nigga done 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 to state My boy Ty hella fly And it never be fake Yuh Black excellence All about the path You can miss me with the extra shit I don't use the c word We don't need a pessimist I was 15 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 inane My lineage remember the pain I'm gettin us paid Nothing finna get in my way A nigga free Never living enslaved Until im 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