I'll be faded off that mud, homies got my back though
Ocean view in South Cape, South Cape where the fire's at
Panamera with the top back, with my G's out of South Central
You might see me on the block with the Eastside Chevrolet
I'm a grown man with the top down, radio up, wrist in my clock
Wrist in my clock and I'm gripping my grain
I'm coming to the highway, getting to the brain
Razor drive, I made my name
Spitting that pure, living the fame
Making them change, giving them more
The older they came, two years after
Making his name through DJ Funk
Down with the James, I'm real after