Shady ft. Equipto Lyrics

You better watch your back, cause this could be a trap

You know that looks could be deceitful

In my whole life I'll stay, in Californ-I-A

A sunny place for shady people

Welcome to the west coast, everybody's in the fast lane

We live life like it could be the last day

Everybody's got something to prove

The cost of living's so high, we got nothin' to lose

All we give a fuck about is what it looks like

Cause none of us were ever tought how to live life

Face down faces glued to the phone

The lights are on but there ain't nobody ever at home

Brand new suit, in a mercedes benz

You're gettin off at everybody else's expense

You got a million likes, and a billion views

You're not real muthafucka we just see right through

From the 530 to the 619

Pedals to the floor goin' 95

Cause anything can happen from the bay to Diego

Fuck it man, we'll just see how the day goes

You better watch your back, cause this could be a trap

You know that looks could be deceitful

In my whole life I'll stay, in Californ-I-A

A sunny place for shady people

We learn the hard way, everybody tellin' you to mind ya business

Just go about it, cause really ain't no time to kick it

Find a partner, cause many fakes will try to stop ya

Fight to prosper, seein' its divide & conquer

Some are faithful, but really for the payroll

Sacto from Frisco to Dago

Give it your all and the loved ones will overlook it

Follow the path, just knowing that the road is crooked

You see me speaking from experience

Put it to a stop, depending on the period, of time we carried on

And we pay no mind, still we rep Cali til the day we die

I know it's plastic and fabricated, It ain't real

From the Golden Gate Bridge to them Hollywood Hills

Sometime you gotta cut ties

Cause it ain't about the beaches and sunshine

You got one life

You better watch your back, cause this could be a trap

You know that looks could be deceitful

In my whole life I'll stay, in Californ-I-A

A sunny place for shady people

South bay from Hermosa to Redondo

You know Ventura, we be rippin' up the Mondos

OC we rip it up until the cops come

Long Beach has got the dope incase you got none

The Golden State ain't got no golden rule

Except lickin' your plate, after your landlord's full

How do I love a place where I can barely survive

You got two choices man, hustle or die