"Welcome To Rosewood(Feat. Ben G)(Prod Supah Mario)

Caleb And We just wanna ride in the cut In the Cak, we relax to the music We just wanna live free, keep an Open mind, no i'll never ever lose it Do it how the dream go Green grass, blue sky Clouds of the weed smoke Rosewood, bout to show em just how we roll Its C4, BFAM Streets to the steeple Verse 1 Caleb Im from Rosewood where everybody know the deal Everybody know its real, chillin up in Owens field Open up my eyes still they ask me what I see for I'm headed to the finish line, Im rushing, call me Nikko They say I got alot of soul This music I just gotta flow The moment that you realize that nothing is impossible Its C4 on the track and so you know this shit has got to blow The fuck up dont get stuck up on the previous fucking topic Yo, face a blunt, i'm in my zone 803 and Rock & Roll Music is the magic, I ain't talkin David Copper Yo, heard a couple yesses in my life, I've heard alot of no's Ain't no stop and go, I was just (prrrrnnnnnnn) when the cops arove Get it how you live, get it? get it how you live and learn Thats why im not about these "friends" and how they fixing To turn, why im not surprised about this green and how im fixing to burn Get in work, life is short No remorse, hit the purp Hook Verse 2 Caleb Are you a friend or a benefit? Bliss is only ignorance, just like a fucking Bitch will go and fuck her man's nemesis Instrumentalist, the murder im supremacist I'm smoking on that purple and yellow I call it Benedict Givers and the takers, movers and the shakers No I will not stop cause you know life is what you make it Be careful who you pray with, innocence is tainted Problem with the patience, struggle with the changes One day in the clouds, smoking reefer with the angels Rosewood, Freedom, Music, Tangled What the fuck is danger? who the fucks a stranger? Nobody is perfect. what the fucks a favor? South Carolina we got two up in the chamber Blessed be thy neighbor, save me the remainder My momma always told me to be on my best behavior Bring your own blunt you can be your own savior Hook Verse 3 Ben G Squad Shit Rosewood, Memorial stadium The fuck more could you say to him? You know i'm fired up, roll the blunt and fire it up My little brother backstage, swear he got like nine sluts Dont you ever slide up, my homie got a nine tucked All about the love and peace, don't you get your mind fucked I'm sippin cocktails, toasting to a lovely life You mad at me you hate your job and got an ugly wife Forever bout the music thats the motto Showtime, apollo, my bitch fine, she model I was in Chicago, now in Cali in the grotto We been hittin bongs, sippin rum out the bottle On my pirate shit, who the fuck as fly as this? Salute the kid "C4," let the people ride to this What the science is? what the math do? Rosewood, grind cause we have to