Takeoff ft. Ken Barbee & Dj Mike C Lyrics

I was born in the eighties during the crack era

I kept it solid thru the years check the track record

I'm back better than ever

Representing California where we like the weed sticky

But not the weather

Its the Los Angeles version of that grimy rap

Rider till I die but born to fly through out the psyches map

It's not about the fame that matters

So Don't trust the fake gold chain big as a Great Dane I got perfect aim

And I sell packs of cocaine ass rappers

Stay in the lines and lane ass rappers

Trust they lame ass rappers

Yea me and my boi Ken we going in

The opposite of that slow motion shout out to solider slim though

Smoke away the nightmares trust me I seen some

Major anxiety pick a pack from that doctor green thumb ugh

It's like ground hogs and every days a rerun

We know where to get them real guns but not the chi from (energy)

Meditate in the sun rays thinking bout ten acres

What it take to make paper break away from the haters and spectators

Keep the shooters on deck but still build with the brick layers a foundation of real players yea

Fuck a move, we making movies now

Script is written by yours truly

Once was a man in a Cadillac with a black tool they tried to pull me down

Learned a valuable lesson tho you can't rule me out yea

The coach providing the soundtrack to the wave

Hit the pavement and bounce back to the moon like the light pulse of a lasers

Shit we chilling amongst the stars

Teamed up with the beats and the bars

We outer space wit it