[Verse 1: Quentin Miller] None of you ni**as is who you say You like to play, I'm more Ronnie 2K They gone rate me 99 either way They see me with H.B. and that ni**a Dom K I don’t fu*k with you like Sean say I'ma still do it Arianna Grande Might go overseas with the raps If I say it on beats, then it happened All you do is make your mouth do the Pac-Man Meanwhile, I'm in the field like a tight end Back and the left, right, do the Heisman All you hating ass b*tches talking sideways Me and mine gone be just fine I’m real clutch whеn it's crunch time fu*k it up for me one timе Daytime, California sunshine [Chorus: Quentin Miller] Don't walk away (Don't walk away) Don't walk away (Don't walk away) [Chorus: Dom Kennedy] I made at least a few mill, no extras Another year and they still playing catch up Twenty three in red and black, you a heckler Steve Kerr at best, pay respect son Sometimes I drive to the beach for a smoke break Both Impala's been sitting, can't get away And you know I keep a thing full of big faces Hundred dollar tip for the bottle waitress Got my first dance at the roller rink Couldn’t live without my Geto Boys tape I got songs with Chuck, he in the Hall of Fame Ice in my teeth like I’m Johnny Dang Mike's Deli once a week, tell me who you blame Me or you? I’m with Hit at the Blue Flame Just know a L.A. ni**a gotta do his thing Yeah So don't walk away [Chorus] Don't walk away (Don't walk away) Yeah