Текст песни Hills Dreams - OG Yacky

I wanna wake up 12'o clock california east coast its three
I slip into my Versace slides as i walk to pee
Money been coming in a whole lot differently
A whole lot plentifully, now i got the Bentley B
In my driveway, motherfucker you know that crime pays
If 6 licks gets you 6 racks well then Jumanji
In LA, Lakers court side i see LeBron James
Joggers joggin round with pit stains
I used to have no pan to piss in my momma im missin
Goverment doin its residential evicting
I'm presidental windows tinted never was a born sinner
If you wonder where your girl went i took her for dinner
In all black yeah go figure, she's wearin Chanel
Shes got all the workers droppin walkin in the hotel
Dear God please dont make me fail
Im a fire burnin dragon flying carpets like Aladdin
She gon ride with like a stallion
Even thru a dirt path
Cuz when shes comin home shes takin her birdbath
I got on Simons yeah the Raf, they sit on on the floor
Glasses resting on my face and they be Christian Dior
Nah i need less nah i need more
I used to be in high school
Now a youngin steady thuggin out in Cali with goons
Back on the island be my troops
Throwin up the confetti
I once bought my first flight it was me and colletti
Now everyday a different city
Im down in Houston RIP to Whitney
To Atlanta Miami Atlantic with me
Pacific coast do the most though
Venice Bench on a pogo
Sippin Loko, shit
Shit, i swear im still innocent
No one will remember it but i will save your dollar spent
I am not that ignorant
Just because i drive a cocky whip
Tugging stripper poles thats Follies shit
I just want blunt in the front of my yard 8 am and i didnt need to set my alarm
I just wanna breathe some air
You get one life and i aint here to get you scared
All the money man can make nevertheless or give or take
His status or gratitude or his work ethic will accept him
Not everyone can make it here
I wanna show some sympathy to all my dogs will energy
But not enough synergy
Gravity controls everything
Im pullin up to Elliott for diamond rings
Alot of expensive things
A whole lot of expensive things
A damn whole lot of expensive things
Im pulling on all the strings
I think im starting to spread my wings
Movin on to finer things
I aint got no time for a SnapChat bitch
I might have to text you if i wanna tap that shit
This lifestyles gettin dangerous
She swallow the angel dust
Inhale in with cannabis
I used to ride on the bus
Now i ride in the Lamb
That Pussy boy talkin tough
That Pussy boy you a spam
If you wanna play it rough
Im bringing the homie Sam
We out in Calabasas on the Atlas yeah the map
Livin like some bachelors were established on the map
Shawty she be geekin she be trashin on the trap
Buying her a plane ticket took her off the map
I aint be the type overloaded face tats
Looking like you scribbled all over your pretty fat
You gettin a lean belly you sippin tree sap
Take a glance at my bitch she got bruised kneecaps
This a new lifestyle and im starting to adapt
Who woulda fuckin thought that i ever woulda rapped
Fuck it homie is a wrap
Close the gate we going back
Momma told me always be looking behind your back
This a new lifestyle and im starting to adapt
I just hope i dont get whacked