[Verse 1: Supa I grew up out west, Lockwood, Ave They used to beat my ass 'til I started back Moved to OP, I was OC, Grew up with gorillas and some snakes, phonies Bad ass nigga, trash yellin' Kobe If you go Curry, go Ginobli Tear drops over me, hope my ex get over me I witnessed the older me die in death match Why are we drones, so alive in gridlock Bad bitch wedlock, used to make her bed bottom cape get, up like a headshot Head strong but dead wrong like a dreadnaught Dread not shawty, uh, why bad cop? It's too bad cops, it's too many damn ops Fufu nigga stand down, don't JuJu stand up Do you some druff, dust you with these hands bruh bad as fuck, what I she a dancer I she a cancer But I'ma moon Move like a caveman, down comes the
Supa Bwe] Make way, make man Down the spaceman Make way, space man Down comes the Make way, make man comes the spaceman Make way, space man comes the spaceman I'm so spaced
[Verse 2: I grew up Ave where they used to beat my ass, yeah Started fighting but I still got my ass whooped Blood on the curb where I learned to use my And now the whole block tote like the purge I I ain't belong so I started writing songs I was looking for a home like on Cottage Grove I was lowkey, like I caught a cold Still mopey, sad as fuck, in search of pot of That pot turned to dollars, then turned into adios Before the flight talk to grandma, she know I be goin' To the moon and then back and I haven't packed all my But I plan to land and then put my foot and then put the flag in Beauty around like a pageant I found what I was passionate 'bout Family 'bout my cap and a gown I can imagine it now, how happy sound If I were to get a masters or at least a out, down