Verse 1: Be rich or in love I'd rather be rich Magic with this rap, I'd rather be sick A n***a over these hoes, you know what I mean? Counting bread while I'm rolling Blue Dream More confusion results as I get clearer on things Norm Rockwell when I'm painting a scene My pallet is full and my canvas is grey Top down on PCH what a wonderful day I'm overcome with emotions about these women I've hurt Blunt burn slow, ashes all on my shirt I wish the fame made me numb to it all But Soon as I got it is when they wanna call And they hope i indulge but I'm at Niagra Falls And I hit ignore cause I don't f** with you all Confessions of a nerdy Cali dude When mama ain't come home, I built a fortress for my solitude
(JC talking) sh** Give a n***as a second man. I ain't never really said that sh** on a track so, it kind of f**ed with me a little bit. I'm a fall back in it though. Yeah, Yeah Verse 2: Cold heart from the city that the look up to Every summer I come home I host a book club for em How much do they pay you, you know your brain is amazing I got love for my people its for the hookup homie If you listen up close you'll hear what sets us apart I know the way through her brain Is the way to her heart But the way to her heart Is the way to your bread It ain't cheaper to keep her I gives a f** what they said Hold up...