2:22 In Inglewood ft. Andre Hando Lyrics

You already know what I'm on

Choosing violence

It's 2:22 in Inglewood, I'm with the homie

And the problem that I have with the industry is that..

Stop using soul samples and shit

Cause y'all ain't got no soul on them

And we don't wanna hear that

I got a chip on my shoulder against the whole game

Call me bad clippers cause I go against the whole grain

Always had good bread, Ezekiel to whole grain

Cumulonimbus, you know I'm finna bring the rain

Look, I leveled up an elevator, couldn't reach my height

Even eyes from an eagle couldn't see my sight

Not a smudge on my Pro Club after the fight

Illuminated from the heart, turning dark into light

Cold nigga, whole aura frigid like dry ice

Bars have them scratch they head like a scalp with lice

Heavy step like Thor's hammer in my high tops

Only time you'll have a shot with me is if you bar hop

I'm educated, never been the one to dumb down

Third grade, I had all A's like the Braves now

Rock a punk nigga in all black, no heavy metal

Till I get the cream and rise to the top, I can't settle

Grinding 24-8, R.I.P. to Kobe

Please don't ever take my peace as being low, my G

My spirit's grounded but you can still catch a three-piece

I'll beat your ass to meditate like Shinobi

I'm a chief, don't get it confused

Vibe never been acute, always obtuse

You niggas doing coke lines, I just write dope lines

That'll have your brain twisted up just like a gang sign

You a fraud and I can see it in your eyes

You making profit off the truth just for you to live a lie?

But I am God's child, you can go on babble on (Babylon)

Cause I will bring it to your front door like Amazon

Nigga, and I don't like that shit y'all be wearing either

I'm not a public speaker, I just pulled that critique out the ether

Prestige hate niggas and I don't like y'all neither

Hando, I'm from Van Ness and Imperial like two streets off

From the City of The Champions, ain't no weak sauce (Inglez)

Hit the field with no stats, take them old cleats off

Yeah, your clout off the charts, but you OD soft

I ain't judging, I'm just pointing out the shit I observe

Used to wake up in the morning, pick the shells off the curb

Yeah, we close to the beach, but ain't no sand on the curb

You might be trying to start a wave, they're trying to crash where you surf

Idle hands be the shop that the devil working out of

I stay on my job cause the evil all around us

Regulate the balance like a Libra when I count up

I'm good with the wolves, chill dog, don't hound us

The iPhone tapping like the Feds listen

You glorify a freestyle, I embellish the pen

Wherever it go, I go, we conjoined twins

They said life is a bitch, I told her come join in

Twasiem, you know the group thing never bothered him

My brain trust talk like Zuckerberg, Elon and them

This verse is a brief on the game I was born in

Hand on the Bible, on my word I was sworn in

Heart on the sleeve of the jacket that I worn in

Lost Big Ma this year and I swear I'm still mourning

But I know a lesson still gon' be with me in the morning

And all that shit y'all saying ain't really that important

Holla