The Soil

Yeah, ayy look, ayy look I'm from the land of the palm trees and breeze

Before I ever had Bentlee, I wanted that 63 or the 5.0, once I seen Kane rollin

Why they let me watch menace though I'm five years old, that mean I seen some shit

Probably grew up too quick, you know I ran a few fades, took a few on the chin

You know I grew up around the homies, some blood, some crip

And had to ride for my **** but I really didn't trip

If you a real one, you probably could relate to this shit

See we was really outside, they was late to the shit

Back when my relative would scoop me in that blue Toyota

Carter two in the speakers, chasing liquor with soda

But Boog always been a drinker, not a real big smoker

So I'ma sip this brown liquor, catch a vibe

While we talkin' bout the crazy shit and all that we survived

Look, blessed we still here, if I'm lyin' then I'm dyin, if I'm lyin then I'm

One of the realest of runnin, man, I just happen to rap

And I ain't never want much, just my town on the map

I almost went to Eastlake but I stayed in the soil

Coulda went Done but to a fault, I was loyal

I did my shit on the field, my dawgs still in the field

Big homies kept me blocked from anything too real

And so I seen both sides, I had decisions to really make

I did it for others, I took the chances they couldn't take

Respected the game but I expanded it too

You move solid, the solid one's gon' respect how you move

It ain't no tricks to it, me, I got the juice

And I stay fluid, forget where I'm from

And that's just something I can't do

Put on for chula vista before it was cool

And I'ma always rep the city of the beautiful views

I'm still up, I'm still winnin' cause I learned how to lose

I came up and I stayed me, can you say the same thing

Real South Bay, like Fridays at the Skating Rink

I love the city, put that on everything, I put that on

One of the realest to run it, man, I just happened to rap

And I ain't never want much, that's my town on the map