GQ - Rated Oakland (Jamla Is The Squad) lyrics

[Verse] sh**, we still talkin' bout old sh**? My daddy had the firebird, lookin' at old pics I'm off for school, hand on the wheel with a cold grip Me and my n***a lookin' for some hoes that roll quick and pole flip I guess we on the road again Receiving bullsh** texts I'll probly go and smoke again Another night, and a life I'm tryna be important in I can't bottle these feelings need something to pour it in Jump roping on the ledge of a building in roller blades Even if I do slip it'll take me a couple days Cause on the way down I'm flipping off everybody that let me drop I'm gon' k** ‘em, videotape it and make em watch Circle the block, 3:46 no time wasted Before he shot communicated in sign language I'm on a road I never been on Ironically I know my way around so let me spin on professional Up in a room I play a tune from my MacBook f** a white glove I leave prints like bad crooks I'm in a nightmare, me and [?] walk into a place I never been to Everybody'll get you Pay a price and then leave like a movie you can't sit through n***as can't rap why the f** they even attempt to? Bodies of water can't swim through, call Colombus My phone broke I'm robbin' banks lookin' for numbers Only working for summers, b**hes with bad bodies The car crash ain't hurt, but sh** the cla** got me Where's Rocky when Bullwinkle be bullsh**tin'? I see demons on my timeline pull-pittin' I told 9th I'm in full rhythm I told Phil I got this So if you want a sub in the pool pimpin' Rock-a-bye baby me and my lady be fly high Twisted, we hippies in the sixties wearin' tie-dye Cut the parachute and tell em “skydive” A angel outside of the gate waving at me every time I fly by My first 48 k's turn to a sci-fi Another letter to open, that's word to Cyhi, I mean that's word to Ca$h Verbalizing that high five what up to HU rockin' umbrellas in the ma-tai That's bottom sh**, somewhere probly hanging like bottom lips On the top floor getting top from your bottom b**h No second round, not even a bottom pick Every pit that I fall in is bottomless Tell me what your problem is? When I die will my city throw a party as big as Christopher Wallace's? I need more than sixteen, feelin' like Andre d**h threats was just a side, now for the entree From treetopping to box to Bombay Like how the f** he go from Sean May to Kanye? Oakland n***a