For The Town

[Intro] Oh – Oh – Oh – La – La (x4) [Hook] (x2) Everywhere we go, we hold it down King of my city but, no, I don’t need no crown Neighbors bitching, telling us to turn it down So we just turn it up, turn it up, turn it up real loud For the town [Verse 1] Shits heavy like an O.E – Rest in peace to Doe B You ask me the game chose me Got no fucking money, had to make these labels owe me Backpack to a packed club Manager need a back rub Damn, homie going hard all week Phone ringing, 4am, a bro getting no sleep West coast time – no co-sign No slow grind when they say it’s go time We gonna hit em on some We Go shit The success enough to get you on some emo shit Some Gambino shit Sipping champaine chased with some vino shit 09’ I was going to go ahead and leave this shit Drop the ball on some goddamn Marino shit Best believe that shit Killin shit with no misdemean In the studio talking about Vince McMahon Don’t smoke weed or watch basketball so talking with rappers is interesting Psychiatrist said I’ve lost it Trying to rule the world on some mother fucking Nas shit Do a turn up record then I switch it back to conscious Yeah, a bro got options Check the way I drop... this [Hook] [Verse 2] One long day to one long dream Taking out a record like I’m taking out my laundry The way we running shit, you’d think I just signed up for Condi By the time you catchup, check it, we already gone see (vroom vroom) Baby, I done grew up on that Mobb Deep So my first record kinda came off a little off beat Went to get a tatty on my neck my Mommah stop me Thank God, Mommah You the shit Touring like a fuckin’ insomniac I give it 100% with every song I rap You don’t like my shit, that’s alright and shit Go make a youtube account and go write some shit Dude, Vancouver made me this music bread me I’ma raise the bar before I break the levy You can ask any muh flucka out who met me I’m nice Fuckin' right Neighbors bitchin’ cuz the beats are loud Stick his head out the window, "Can you keep it down" I just turn it up I guess we ain't speaking now But at least I ain't seeing no police around I’m grindin, shining like a diamond I ain't really stopping till my record going diamond I just rhymed that rhyme twice, damn it, I’m wilding I should probably put this here chorus on consignment [Hook] [Bridge] Extra, extra, read all about this shit going down I turn one long day to one long dream Now I don’t hear a sound, don’t hear a sound Yeah, yeah, it’s going down Yeah, yeah, it’s for the town [Hook]