Lyrics

Yo, check it, let me spin this tale in a rap, Back in the day, ridin’ through the Bay, no cap. Sacramento in the rearview, amigos by my side, Amtrak rollin’, Cali beats, we vibin’ on the ride. Stepped out in Modesto, all white, lookin’ clean, Fresh as hell, yo, livin’ out the dream. Left Seattle, my hometown, where the drugs had me trapped, Fightin’ for my life, like a battle, no map. Life’s a bitch, then you die, Mac Dre said it best, Choices weighin’ heavy, put my soul to the test. Brown smoke year-round, January to December, Or chase that dime piece, Lizzy Bell, you remember? Fat booty, thick hips, lips make you quiver, Once you hit it, man, you know you gotta be with her. So I chose to chase the cake, ice it while I can, Poppin’ that puffy cat, somebody come get her, damn!
Fresno’s my new spot, where the memories collide, No safety in these streets, like the town’s tryna hide. Browns and blacks around, I’m the only white figga, In the mouth of Satan, they call it Fresno, that’s the picture.
Verse two, let’s go, Fresno’s where I’m at, No safety net, just heat, poverty stacked. Thought I was the man, but I’m caught in the No, Where you don’t leave unless you beat the slang game, yo. Cash out like casino slots, that’s the only way out, No money, no clouds, just struggle, no doubt. Under that sun, like my homie D-Boy got hit, Shot twice, locked in the hospital, life’s legit. Tellin’ Wick it’s the Bulldogs, just another day, In the No, you know, keep a gun in your waist. Broads on Parkway, hittin’ the strip when it’s time, Rollers sweep the block, like it’s all some design. Fresno’s the name, where the game don’t stop, Melting pot poppin’ off, in the streets, we drop.
Fresno’s my new spot, where the memories collide, No safety in these streets, like the town’s tryna hide. Browns and blacks around, I’m the only white figga, In the mouth of Satan, they call it Fresno, that’s the picture.
Outro: From Seattle to the Bay, now Fresno’s my zone, In the trenches, slang game, where the real ones roam. Made my choice, chased the cake, now I’m stackin’ it high, In the No, we survive, under that Cali sky.