[Intro]
Yeah, Supa, Good
Inglewood, Listen
[Verse]
Say hello to the mellow child
Dreadlocks clean, his demeanor mild
Inglewood swanging with a gap tooth smile
Giving woes to these hoes, boy I'm well endowed
Hello, I got a rhyme like the pentagon
Heavily armour, charmer, start a renaissance
Heavily karma, guarded, but the boy a long way
Why me baby? Yo no se
Ain't a negative hater, a nigga can't Ol, toro
I rep the west like a young O'Shea, gordo
I'm tryna have my pockets fatter than a buddha doll
Beat 'em up, get 'em ready for the coup de grace
I got hired at a nine to five, four times
Before I decided I didn't need a co-sign
Now I'm running niggas over like the ole line
Get 'em ready for lift off and showtime
I'm the son of a wise man
Child of the universe
Hate gets the Heisman
Matador that boy
I lost my job pefect timing
Committed to grinding
Now we going up infront of crowds
Leaving mushroom clouds, gon' blow up
You guys gon' go up, nigga
Ain't fucking with the bong, roll up, nigga
Leaving mushroom clouds, gon' blow up
You a kid but you gon' grow up, nigga
Ain't fucking with the clique, load up, nigga
Leaving mushroom clouds, ay
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