North west, gulf road,

stuck between both two,

what can you do,
when theyre both homes,

both got fam, you look up to,

10 time zones,

lot of miles,
to put in between,

boo7iz,
i like to think youre listening,

always try to mix you in,

guess it depends on what mix it is,

times like this,
and theres times that ive resorted to talking some shit,

but i know frustration come with assist,

got this lump in my throat,
and it feels like a cist,

made myself easy not to miss,

I couldnt resist,
love without a kiss

havent time to reminisce,

as of lately,

it hasnt fased me,
but then,
i saw her with him,

and it brought be right back there again,

I want her, back with all my friends,

digress,
as i repent,

see me through a lens,
suprise me,
let out spliff,

i wish it wasnt him,
or abood,
wala joe,
it's stupid,

wouldve done the same bid,
had i not hit the West coast and dip,
now i spit,

in honor of past memories,
i try to writem in,

went from a rider, to a writer,
now this is how i sin,

tryna make it big

so we can live like we did,

q63a wa7id

HOOK
shake it off,
move on,
add it to,
a new song,

man just keep goin,
whatever path that youre on,

doin this for music,
put myself on repeat,

some are just down for money
but no richer than receipts,
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VERSE 2
I'll never relieve my guard,
supply relief from a far,

From in the bay throwin darts,
I knew that I'd give my all,

it's written across my heart,
and all of it's inner parts,

my addiction is bezzare,
douzens repeat in the car,

So, I just drive all these late night,
GL to lay all these rhymes,

2 hours, each way,
last thing i have is excess time,

i just knew success, mine,
make excuses,

just lace my boots,
so I write it , then i shoot it,
samarai produced it,

act like im the new kid,
like im not already doin this,
finished 10, may have even looped it,

10 thousand hours,
a long time coming,
turn your head, like you don't want it, ,
on me, have nothing..
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and now i spit,

in honor of past memories,
i try to writem in,

went from a rider, to a writer,
now this is how i sin,

tryna make it big

so we can live like we did,

q63a wa7id (Block 1)

HOOK
shake it off,
move on,
add it to,
a new song,

man just keep goin,
whatever path that youre on,

doin this for music,
put myself on repeat,

some are just down for money
but no richer than receipts,