Cali Hill Balcony Lyrics

I'm not boning

I'm up here in these Cali heels for real

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Cali sunset, looking like an athlete

I can see Atlanta from my Cali heel balcony

My cousin used the bathroom a hundred times a day

I used to wonder why I sound like he was scraping the plate

Let go, I'm from the cold side of Simpson Road

That old nigga hating on the young nigga, shit is getting old

I spit the shit you feeling in your soul

Put my alarm on, money time, hustle on, killer mode

And be careful with who roll with you

He say money ain't everything, I bet the hill broke, nigga

A good credit from a dope dealer

A LV flip-flop, blue water, Cali coast, nigga

If you my brother, I'ma roll with you

I'm talking hustling in the rain, ten-toe in the cold with you

You can't procrastinate a gold getter

Yeah, they got the spotlight, but can't write, and then they old, nigga

And I can't tell you what I told niggas

But, I'ma chase my dream and let my actions show, niggas

That money line shit is old, nigga

G-Vega, Lil' Bro, King Yolo, we some cold niggas

Can't explain on how it feels

These dreams feel so real

Living out somewhere in Beverly Hills

I asked a butler to pour champagne

Now the whole world ain't on my name

This ain't unreal

Until I woke up from a dream in the Cali hills

Ask about the Grammys, I ain't got that far

I'm too busy racing jokers in my Batman car

Hating on the next man and not my rep, H-R

Because time costs money like a all-day mall

How the king who run the door, how it go so hard

Put the mind to the muster, baby, no steroids

I represent the Falcon, baby, no cowboy

But I'm glad, cause where I'm from, I done beat those odds

Yeah, they giving up and I ain't thought about it

And me and Scott Lane was shitting on niggas like a port-a-potty

My brother in the can, and every day I think about it

How the judge gave my bro time like he caught a body

And now it's a Piedmont, I bone it, body, body

I dress too good to be fucking with it, thottie, thottie

These hoes are stuck up and I don't even think about them

Took my aging girl to eat wings, teriyaki

Tell the summer I'm a cold nigga

And even though that I'm young, I'm a young old nigga

It's certain shit that I won't do

My daddy told me to ball on anybody in my age group

Paid it full, I done paid all my lawyer fees

Don't wanna love niggas, love niggas under me

Chase your dream, don't let your dream go to cease

I wrote this from a Cali hill back in there

Can't explain how it feels

These dreams feel so real

Living in somewhere in Beverly Hills

I asked a butler to pour champagne

Now the whole world, they know my name

This seem unreal

Till I woke up from a dream in them Cali hills

Yeah, daydream in them Cali hills

Yeah, daydream in them Cali hills

I had a dream in them Cali hills

Yeah, daydream in them Cali hills

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