When in Oakland

[Verse 1]
When in Oakland, I be token to my memories
Every bar I wrote I hope that you remember me
And every line I spoke, you play it back, play it back
Skr, like its a broken record, damn I feel the energy, yeah
Blue and red I bleed, I’m a fuckin’ giant
You haters hit me up but I’m never replying
Prolly kicking it witcho girl in some Gucci you know what that mean (aye)
We the youngins like Smookie we mobbing sucka free
Yeah these days I get hella recognition
Oh yeah the pen in working, 9-5 you click and listen
And, on Instagram, I make instant fans, she hit me up
Like pick I love your tune, she wanna kiss the man, mhwah, yeah
Shout to the burgh, the 4 1 2, I play my shit
They ask me why I never heard bout you, I’m just saying
Y’all be hating I’ll just curve y’all fools, this the tape
Kick back and lemme serve ya’ll fools, I’m roger wit it
Lotta women wanna be my girl, but I never
Will forget, when you did mean the world, to me
Fuck it, now he asking have you seen my girl, to me
I’m just playing dumb, yuh, now she rollin over, say wassup, yeah wassup

[Hook]
You can say that I’m a dreamer woah
We came from mixtapes, mistakes, take 1, 2 mic checks
Come out to my shows, my fans and my friends
Told that girl she pretty, watchu mean you guess
Yeah I was young and dumb, still I be young and dumb
Wit a dollar and a dream, and a little bit of green
Imma win by any means, any means I’m next yeah

[Verse 2]
Damn, this my cocky flow
Hollup, shoutout meek, free him let him go adios
Yeah, but wait, I️m gettin cockin’ tho
I swear I’m finna blow ASAP no Rocky tho, rocking
Skinny jeans like a rockstar would
In the hills, poppin’ pills like a pop star would
Wait, shining on my ex, like a cop car, coulda
Had a check, now I be blowin’ checks like a Rasta would
Weed, who the fuck are these imposters
Who the fuck is hating on us who be tryna stop us
Told us we ain’t got the stuff to make it on the big screen
Perfected the craft, now we going down in history
Yeah, I been rapping ever since the 5th grade
Went up at the talent shows, now we on the big stage
Mr. Steal yo prom date, now we onto bigger moves
And you can call us you havin’ any issues

[Hook]
You can say that I’m a dreamer woah
We came from mixtapes, mistakes, take 1, 2 mic checks
Come out to my shows, my fans and my friends
Told that girl she pretty, watchu mean you guess
Yeah I was young and dumb, still I be young and dumb
Wit a dollar and a dream, and a little bit of green
Imma win by any means, any means I’m next yeah

[Verse 3]
And why you hatin’
How you got the time to that shit
Like every second I be rapping writing, to that shit
And everybody saying Patek how you do that shit woah
And why you hate me
Is it cuz every chance I get to flex I do cuz you
Did fuck me up when we were in high school
You played a player, now you salty, you got nothing, but look, everything around me
I done did it big, out in Oakland getting more promotion
I been getting rich, money ain’t the motive but its nice when I be
Spending it, livin’ up wit friends and making fans just for the
Hell of it, I can brag and boast cuz motherfucka I be
Selling it, never selling out, unless its shows, put your
Lighters up, yeah we haven’t made it yet, but bruh
I be hype as fuck, the jig is up, dropping out then going up
And who the fuck it gon be if it won’t be us