Everythin' is as it should be
Fuck what it could or would or should be
Fuck what it would or should or could be, yeah
Everythin' is as it should be
Fuck what it would or could or should be
I've been askin' God: Why me?
Yo, uh, see me out, don't shake my hand or you was there for me
Keep my phone on DND, hoes get left on read
Seen so many late nights, nowadays I can't sleep
Every time we gang slide, somebody R.I.P
No man had my daddy hooked, shooter like Kareem
No, I ain't no open book, baby, I'm a G
Keep it on me, keep a look, keep it in the streets
Used to be my partner then, 'fore he went PC
Call me what you want, just don't call the police
'Cause fucked her in the street, they fell beneath my knees
What's up with all these fake thugs, lyin' on these beats?
Just tryin' to get my paystubs, please don't intervene
Shoot you, leave you dead or in the jail, I'm somewhere in between
I'm independent, but I'm signed to UMG
I'm in the trenches, but I grew up walkin' distance from the beach
Yeah, livin' out that California dream
'Cause I've been practicin' that everythin' is as it should be
Fuck what it would've, should've, or it could be (Ayy)
But sometimes, I be askin' God: Why me? (Run it, run it)
We'll never get an answer, 'cause I know it already
I'm covered in the blood, 'cause, he might've bit me, got a what?
Me and D was in the doghouse on top of the VIP
So it's no coincidence my insignia in TDE
They turned the idea into the media, that's genius
Herbert Stevens I be, that's intervenin'
Still thuggin', drop a sample in the club with No I.D
Hahah, that one was members only
If you ain't know me when me and Blacka was rollin' up the blanka
Or ate a dandelion, French coast and Paula sorcerers
You'll probably do better overseas
Instead of livin' out that California dream, woah
