Venice Beaches

[Hook] It’s just a Thursday afternoon on one of venice beaches Ain’t rapping nothin' serious just tell you exactly what I’m thinking. (x4) It’s just a Thursday afternoon on one of Venice beaches Ain’t rapping serious just tell you what I’m thinking [Verse 1: Fonz Bentley] Supposed to be headin' to to reviews to shop la porsche But I’ve never been right here, you need to see the water Showcase just hit me said he just had a little daughter Seven pounds two ounces nineteen pounds shoty I’m inspired now, I need to grab my apple pod Damn, no, I left the house without my headphones But I was taking my brother to set and headin' home But it seems my father has got something else in store Now I’m driving down main street I can’t find and electronic store to save me Just asked the cop, you should see the face he gave me And there goes the seers, don't want no one want to see me in here Downstairs, 19 dollars headphones, yeah! You mind if open this and leave the trash here? That’s cool, here's your card please sign here! Now let me get out before I hear 'there he goes in there' I can’t stand the camera phones, I know it's part of it Just let me get to the beach, I’mma write something you’ll love it! The song of the other night, I don’t bother, out I love that! You’re looking too much for me, wish I can change that! But did you see make the gaze, I murder that I did it, but my homies said that you could really rap Tell ‘em I appreciate it, follow your dreams, I mean that! Yeah, I get that, but give me my pen back! Heading down Colorado there’s a liquor store I stop So I can get some goodies oowee they got syphendale I’m just kiddin’ y'all hell, they’ve got good verse and meaners Don’t act like you thought you was a classical when you were sipping Didn't come for alcohol just Hershey's chocolate y'all The new Vibe on the cover, whoever and wow! Just a little wabba for my own cover now! Just motivation, grab that fiji water I’m out In the car on the radio is nothing I would tell you what's on put i'll be startin' beef with somethin'.. I’m frontin! For real some records, it’s bumping! Can’t wait ‘till I mix mine because I’m stepping over everyone! Go quote it, destroy it, it’s clear now! I pull up and you should see the girls flying around Rip off my ribbons you should see the girls line now! There's one specifically, turn my heads a couple of times I’m used to it, sometimes I act like I can’t see it It don’t matter, guarantee you front ho she peeped it And if she has me, you respect al shit street it I should tell you in my own classic way You need to go here, witch! Try this and get dealt with! And I look sad, all dead but right now its just my pen,my pot, my pad Up in my head and as soon as my feet touch the sand, there it is