San Andreas Lyrics

After 5 years on the east coast… it was time to go home…

(Welcome to Los santos airport) Sup, Carl it's sweet, Sup sweet what you want, it's momma… she's dead bro…

Aw shit…Here we go again

Gotta find my zen

Gotta find my pen somewhere locked up in my head

Kinda like the friends who done blowed in the wind

We gone start em off fresh I guess

You could Catch me in the basement, tryna find my placement, condo kinda spaceous, kinda like a spaceship

That I don't have

But I don't wish it

track 12, love yourz, pay attention

you put forth no effort and you expect different

You want more in your head, you was blessed with it

You ain't better off dead you just depressed

You gotta find that button and you need to press it

Because I know you got potential

Everywhere you go them eyes is following you

feel you wanna stop after all that you been through

But if you stop you won't ever see the venue

That you been grinding for

and you still hungry I can see it in your eyes fasho

Just another step promise you gonna reach that diamond, gold

In the wrong direction you gone spiral down the rabbit hole

But don't even think about it cus We'll smoke that purple haze then we'll all forget about it

You wanna ride the wave? then you Better get up on it cus that bitch gon reach the shore and it's gon crash on everybody, Fuck

It's funny when I think of it, Always been so nice but on the mic I be belligerent

Only hit it once maybe twice then I get rid of it

Do that shit despite if it's right or it's forbidden

And who's this asshole?

The names Carl Johnson, sir… before working with Mr. Rosenberg, here, I had the pleasure of doing business with your son, Joey, back in Liberty City

You know my Joey? I like that… so kid what can I do for you?

Well, Ken'll vouch for me I'm a straight killer

Oh! One man fuckin army! Uh, uh, real dependable… total fuckin maniac too!