Can’t Complain

Aye, aye, aye, aye
Yea, aye, whoa, aye
Yea, aye, aye

I got 30's like I'm Curry I come from the Golden State
On the freeway ridin' dirty driving through the golden gate
Really I'm just tryna touch a bag and smoke one to the face
Can't relate
Imma make sure one day my whole family straight
I swear I done been through so much shit now I can't feel the pain
Back in high school I was skipping class and running from the jakes
Now I'm up
They just love to hate but we gon' get this cake
Tooted up she gon' let me fuck cause I been making plays
Bitches told me I was nothing now they speaking on my name
Ever since I was a youngin' I been preachin' to the game