Rory Fresco - California Freestyle lyrics

Yeah we've been talking for a long time
Ever since I went to California
Voicemail when I hit your phone line
These days same thing when you on mine

And everything monetized
So fuck all that nine-to-five
The day that grandpapa died
I knew I was down to ride
The day that my granny died
I knew it was Grammy time
I'm still in here taking shit if
Them niggas don't hand me mine
I'm really gon' get to mine
These niggas just get in line
They holding up picket signs
Like "this nigga skipped the line"
Like damn, nigga eat or starve
If you starve can't be fam wit ya
You a fan, shake my hand
Take the damn picture

I wish I would've known could
Get rich off writing songs, yeah
Imma put us on, Imma bring
It right back home, yeah

All my niggas get the bag
All my niggas' whip is fast
We cut from a different cloth
All my niggas built to last

Did a hundred, made the dash rock, ooh yeah
Model girl, she got the ass-shot too, yeah
Imma kick the fucking door down, ooh yeah
We gon' break the fucking padlock, ooh yeah
I ain't playing games with ya
I'm a certified lane switcha
I play with them bands, ooh yeah yeah
Like I'm in a parade, nigga
I'm a pop star, blonde boy went way left
Money talks, you ain't got it, nigga
Say less
Baby girl in my phone tryna stay the night
See ya later, baby, Imma chase checks

I wish I would've known could
Get rich off writing songs, yeah
Imma put us on, Imma bring
It right back home, yeah

(Eat or starve
If you starve can't be fam wit ya)
(You a fan, shake my hand
Take the damn picture)

I wish I would've known could
Get rich off writing songs, yeah
Imma put us on, Imma bring
It right back home, yeah

(Eat or starve
If you starve can't be fam wit ya)
(You a fan, shake my hand
Take the damn picture)