Dag Savage, Fashawn, CO, Tiombe Lockhart - Cali Dreamin' lyrics

I woke up in the Spring

Yo yo, woke up in the city as a derelict
The ghetto is my narrative
Never been the same after Pa
And Ma had a split
Stuck between the bangers and
The Sunday morning terrorists
Before I go to bed I kneel
And say a prayer in Arabic
Product of the negligence
Niggas having mad rumbles
Remember when Junior hit T boney
With the brass knuckles
Fronting like they hard
Just the other day they ran from you
California dreaming life mad
Nightmares of this man's struggle
With Mom it was mad hustle
Even though we fatherless she fifteen
(15) years clean from the alcohol anonymous
Never had a trade or got a
Chance to get her Doctorate
She California dreaming
Tryna mend these broken promises
Fuck the world and it's politics cause
Life is not a movie
Paint a picture on the wall and
Try to radiate the beauty
Ah, yea! my Cali niggas stay on the grind
Another day another dollar in the 619 and I

Swear some nights I don’t sleep
Cause the weight of the world feel
Like the weight of my sheets
Cali streets wasn’t meant for the
Humble or the meek
More of a jungle where we hunger for peace
Crumble up leaves
The hood life, good life I’m stuck in between
Wishing I could get my brothers a
Dream, something pushing us back
Like we swimming upstream
If I take another route will I make
It out? can’t help but doubt cause
It’s a struggle and reality bites they'll
Either hand you a pistol
Or pass you a mic or some Nikes
And a jersey, tell you shoot like Kobe
Meanwhile, I’m drowning in this bottle of OE
Thinking bout how I got a daughter to feed
And will I be around to water
My seed? just a thought
So much on my mind as I sit and
Unwind another day another dollar in the 559
And I'm

Undefined, lost in LA Times tryna figure out
My purpose everyday on this Earth
What’s my meaning? when Cali
Senseless the caught
My nukka slipping on the Ave
Now his face on the shirt
Leimert - Another day, in, word
To them bangers
That be stacking up that paper
In exchange for the work
A thousand planets, a trillion tons
Mass of the Sun
Wouldn't equal to my burden or
The weight of my hurt
You ever stood on my turf you
Know about them true O's
Them rolling them 30s and 40s be riding
On them deuce fours in my hood
That don't reflect the sentiment in my heart
When the blocks is hard as times
Are we gotta see beyond that
A city made insane by the
Gangs killed my pops
I used to say the city gave him AIDS so
Much on my brain it replays and repeats
Another day another dollar in
The tres deuce three and I

I woke up in this world california dreaming