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California

Album: Pressure Durasi: 2:48

Oooh, you got a killa, on your hands

You gon' hafta understand

We ain't got the same

Plans

Oooh, you can like it, or not

The fightin' ain't gon' stop

You get pop-pop-popped!

Popped!

Oooh, you got a killa, on your hands

You gon' hafta understand

We ain't got the same

Plans

Oooh, you can like it, or not

The fightin' ain't gon' stop

You get pop-pop-popped!

What you know about bein' on the road, and they told you?

They cancelled, like a whole buncha shows, think they know you?

They got you on the news, callin' you homophobic

Xenophobe, racist, and everybody knows it

How 'da fuck, I'm racist? At a very young age

I was rappin' in the trap house, you'd pro'lly be afraid

You would never be allowed there, you ain't built the same

I was with killas and gangstas, some of them passed away

They'd say, "You see that kid, right there? That white boy can spit"

Who knew, twenty years later, that white boy's the shit?

Did you forget? I'm the same dude that wrote, "Racism"

You just fake, too afraid, to have that conversation

Oooh, you got a killa, on your hands

You gon' have to understand

We ain't got the same

Plans

Oooh, you can like it, or not

The fightin' ain't gon' stop

You get pop-pop-pop!

Popped!

Oooh, you got a killa, on your hands

You gon' have to understand

We ain't got the same

Plans

Oooh, you can like it, or not

The fightin' ain't gon' stop

You get pop-pop-popped!

Whatchu know about bein' on the road, and they told you?

The news just did a whole show, tryin' to expose you?

Bad news is good news, gets you more exposure

I felt like I was losin', I'd rather get ran over

I know y'all remember, when I said the N-word

They all thought I'd fall, like November

But, autumn didn't call, I said, "Fuck it, I'ma send 'er"

Now, these white dudes follow me, like I'm a trendsetter

I hope y'all get better, half the shit you make, is whack

I'm just tryna be remembered, Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash

Mad as hell, I'm on they ass, they just runnin' outta gas

You can put it all on me, I ain't losin' wit' this rap

Oooh, you got a killa, on your hands

You gon' have to understand

We ain't got the same

Plans

Oooh, you can like it, or not

The fightin' ain't gon' stop

You get pop-pop-popped!

Popped!

Oooh, you got a killa, on your hands

You gon' have to understand

We ain't got the same

Plans

Oooh, you can like it, or not

The fightin' ain't gon' stop

You get pop-pop-popped!

Popped!