Rayven Justice - Outro lyrics

[Verse 1:] When I got to Oakland That's when I learned the game And I just saw it I saw it Oakland I saw it living in Oakland I saw it thriving in Oakland And that's, that was never in no other city I lived in So I give all my love to Oakland If Ima claim somewhere Ima claim Oakland Oakland got it, they got the playas They got Section 8, they got Richie Rich They got The Governor, they got Too Short They got E-40, they got Tha Clique Theygot,The Bay Area's moving sum'n You know what I'm sayin' Don't get it twisted, it's like they got They whole new evolution of music that's comin' out n***as that's rappin' from their heart They not takin' nobody else style They just doing it! Whoa, yeah [Chorus:] To live and die in the Bay It's the place to be You gotta be here to know it Everybody wanna see To live and die in the Bay [x2] [Verse 2:] To live and die in the Bay n***as grinding tryna make a way [make a way] Every place I've been It ain't sh** like where I stay East Oakland is where I'm from First place to go stupid, go dumb On mamas, if ya didn't know It's the same place uncle Too Short from Everybody wanna sound just like this [like this] Everybody wanna just talk like this [like this] Everybody wanna just dance [like this] That's why, I say [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Bay Area Uh, to lay it down, let's go If only you'd really know Llike all the game that I can Real talk, place right here That's no lie, I swear Ask Philmore Slip Uh he'll tell you it's real I sold 200 & she set my appeal I can neva be a hater I dunno how it feel I'm the man of my city I'm expanding fo' real It's the bay where the mob is The code how to live Mac Dre was finna blow Right before he got k**ed I'm the man, finna do it I done signed me a deal They was taking my style You should tell ‘em 'to chill' [Chorus] [Verse 4:] Hella bad b*tches on my line, though All I'm sayn, don't frisk on me and my n***a Keep it poppin', that's Chris go Fresh outta jail, that's why I'mma go Back to the turf, like I neva left Back to the kitchen, b*tch I've been a chef I been all around the world Ain't nothin' like the west Know a few real n***as comin' out the ricks My Vallejo n***as ain't neva been a b*tch Berkeley n***as been getting chips And city n***as been having bricks My APA n***as been with the sh** [Chorus] [Verse 5:] I say I from the Bay But I'mma die in the rich I'm a high a** n***a I'mma die with a zip I'mma die with some money Leave my daughter a will Where you from around n***as hard to k** Lovin' this independent grind F*ck a record deal Man, 'em cookies And that swerve made me hecka still I pop a bottle, take a sip And let the rest spill I'm chargin' for my services Tryna stack up a mill I keep my hoes in line, like a fire drill And every time I get paid I hear the chronic wheel And the bay b*tches got it and I gotta have it You can me in the riches I'mma die to ride 'em [Chorus]