Hot shot screaming down desoto
85 Degrees in the middle of the night
Hot summers in Canoga
I get out of the streets head back to my
2-car garage with a sofa
And all I got to eat is this old fried chicken
That my momma leftover
My momma asks if I'm sober
She like: When's the last time you heard the gospel
Sylvia said she saw you speeding down roscoe
I thought I taught you better than that
I thought you grew, but you're still a kid
I thought you knew but you never did
I told her shit well I ain't really worried bout it
Got to many problems in the world around me
The local gang violence and the search sirens
Who gon' give a fuck a white boy driving
Crime rates rising in my city, oh lord
Demanded to supply for the people, no choice
Leaning sideways spitting image in my voice
Take a look at my life this is mine this is yours
Drive a two thousand three ford
That shit, my family afford
Praying I make it tomorrow
I'll buy my mom a new car

Pull up, key in, start
Canoga park
Hop out, lock up the car
Now that it's dark
Stay up till 3 in the morning
Wake up the park
This coming straight from the heart
Show love to Canoga park

I'm making moves in my basement
But I ain't got one, that's a metaphor, yeah
I take my whole neighborhood on vacation
I swear, that's what I'm headed for, you
Put my mind on the table, dissect me
I got my bars on cable and Netflix, you can
Watch me like a motherfucking visual
Cause I'm a crazy innoventing individual
I'm getting residuals on interest
On interest, on interest on interest
My hair keep on grow by the inches
Don't associate me with the clippers
And when I say something, people, y'all listen
I'm out here preaching like a fucking politician
Wishing I can get your vibes in another state
Let a homie vibe for another day
Crime rates rising in my city