Wait, you gotta love it though
How could you not love it though?
Uh, yeah, yeah

Let's take it back to when, me and Ashlan
Was out front schemin', right up Jefferson
Had the hoes screamin', and the niggas too
Kept the trunks beatin', brought the noise through
The sun shine on me, California things
Tyler, big brother, California dreams
He kept me out of distance, California stinks
Now I'm out in Calabasas where the choir sings
Praise God 'cause that man taught me how (yeah)
To be myself, and get my niggas off that couch (yeah)
The group broke up and made me feel hot again
If we talkin' 'bout groups, we still top ten
I had to save the group for the last shit
Anything I said before this was passive
Had to saturate the streets with some classics
Then we went number one like Magic
Coachella, send it all for my family
Dom' Fike gon' say "B, look at this family tree"
Money in my bank account, I can't believe
Had to wash that blue paint off, so I could be free
So I could be free
Keep that shit rollin', nigga
We just gettin' started, yeah, yeah

I know I gotta be strong for the family
Long time coming, who wanna start a band with me?
Merlyn been around since day one
When he dropped out of college, we was there for him
That man's an architect, this ain't the end for him
I wanna y'all in the stands wave your hands for him
Who would've thought we would've made it off that damn forum?
Man, I wish we got to play the Forum
But next time, in another life
Somewhere in skies, you know we'll reunite
We'll have a cookout, you could bring your kids by
Your nigga's bi, your bitch is bi, never know who is bi
With all them niggas y'all, I love them niggas y'all
United we stand, divided we fall
I'm sorry homie but that don't apply to us at all
The next chapter is everything, that's my prophecy, y'all

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Writer(s): Ciaran Mcdonald, Ian Simpson, Nick Velez, Raymond Myles, Romil Hemnani