Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

First, you get a lot of love, but it come with the hate
I just heard some fucked up shit the other day like
come on (Damn, uh)
I done gave niggas ways to make it shake
But I learned everything in this life you can't say (At all)
It's blood in the streets
a good time to save (A good time to)
Good time to bond, a good time to change (Numbers)
Adjust to the game, that don't make a nigga fake
Real niggas make it home and make sure they
fam' straight (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Times got tricky, mind didn't change (My mind)
Long drive alonе, did it for the pape' (Numbers)
Did it out of dеsperation, did it for the chase
Made it out safe, now every day, I pray
'Cause I really understand that this
life shit'll break you (For real)
Street shit just a situation that'll take you (Take you)
Away from your family (Your family)
Away from that pape' (That pape')
Away from yourself (Yourself)
Now here come depression
I fuck with LA like I fuck with the Bay
I got spots in both, hand, wops and K's (Uh)
Porsche and a valet (Uh) , order me a filet
Make a million with Game
then pavé the chain (Damn, life is great)

Ayy, welcome to the cookout
All the gangsters, the hustlers and the crooks out
Homies in the front, shit, somebody gotta look out
While I'm in the back with my brains getting took out
Ayy, gold on the grill
Welcome to a place where all the hoes wanna chill
Yeah, the soundtrack to some real shit
Money falling out the sky, yeah, we real rich
Pulling up in old-school Benzes
Hopping out G-Wagons on twenty inches
Oh, and did I mention?
All this 'cause we was dreamin' in the trenches

Everything golden like the state
Whole lot of love, fuck out of here with that hate
To live and die in LA, but my second home is the Bay
Larry June before his time, like we did this in May
Now shoo fly, go away
Two classic-ass niggas, homie, let us be great
While breakfast getting served on preheated plates
Biggie in the background, cheese, eggs and Welch's grape
Out in Mykonos, let's make a toast, the great escape
You know you made it when you can't
understand what the waiter say
Yadadamean?
Like fuck what a hater say
What's a knockoff Air Force One to a Bathing Ape?
Gorilla shit, like when 50 dropped "Back Down"
Nigga, we came too far to turn back now
And what that nigga Pac say? Oakland to Sac Town
The Bay Area and back down, give me love

Ayy, welcome to the cookout
All the gangsters, hustlers and the crooks out
Homies in the front, shit, somebody gotta look out
While I'm in the back, chopping game with my gold out
Ayy, gold on the grill
Welcome to a place where all the
hoes wanna chill (Hoes wanna chill)
Uh, the soundtrack to some real shit
Money falling out the sky, yeah, we real rich (Real rich)
Pulling up in old-school Benzes
Hopping out G-Wagons on twenty inches
Oh, and did I mention?
All of this, but we got it out the trenches