[Verse 1]
Only chase after bands
Fuck a hoe
For 22 I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check then I ran it up some mo'
Like damn, I remember we was poor
Seen a lot
I done been there before
I only speak on the things that I know
Cut 'em off, and they true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go
Look at me, grand-momma I made it
They ain't show us no love now we famous
Cali weather got me feelin' amazing
Overtime on that block, I was slavin'
Now it's meetings with rich Caucasians
Young nigga racked up
Bring them bands out every special occasion
I'm just sharin' my story with you
I shed some tears on these pages

[Verse 2]
Tryna figure my own self out
For some time, I was goin' through some phases
Had a whole lotta shit goin' on
Just tryna adjust to them changes
We missed church every Sunday
In the streets it was shooters we was praisin'
Momma let the streets
Get ahold of him and now its funeral arrangements
Dark cloud over my head
Seem like everyday it was rainin'
Book bro no flights to LA 'cuz I know the hood too dangerous
I just want him to see better things 'cuz all my lil niggas bangin'
Ay

[Refrain]
Only chase after bands
Fuck a hoe
For 22 I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check then I ran it up some mo'
Like damn, I remember we was poor
Seen a lot
I done been there before
I only speak on the things that I know
Cut 'em off, and they true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go