P.S.A

Oh, Oh, Oh, man how you love it
If the summers on the line then its mine no discussion man
I been on the road never home trying to run it
Or riding with my bro’s out here wilding out in public man
Oh, Oh, Oh, you better love it
They only hold you down when they see you up and coming man
I been on the road never home trying to run it
Or riding with my bro’s out here wilding out in public
Real nigga PSA…
We been down for a while I told Twannie we gone be ok
Aye Heen, we just tryin to fly high why they wanna call the TSA
The last torchburner living only right a nigga light the way
I dont think they really hearing what im trying to say
Homie I could die today and if I do my voice gone live
Holler if you hear, been a mack since Craig kicked flavor in ya ear
Young bull with an old soul maybe vice versa
I was born in the 80's dropping gems for the kids
Cause they need to hear it
Like baby need love, like sun need shine, like hand need glove
Like a hater need somebody they could hate
All my real East Cleveland niggas could relate
So dont you ever say you real if you ain’t never paid a bill
Never sacrificed for your family or your kids
My nigga Dre said we got the shit right here
Took a while for me to see it now the shit so clear man
(Hook)
I wanna live on an island
Run up a roll on designer
I wanna flex on the gram so they’ll be like this bitch hollin
But really I wanna be happy
I owe the shit to my soul
Feeling like deja vu, ooh feel like i been here before
I looked up to Bone and Scott Mescudi
When I was a lonely stoner I ain’t fuck wit nobody
But homie this Ramone, this is not Kid Cudi
But im flowing Day N Night though wit a tight flow
Gotta couple jewish homies showed me how to be the man
Stocks IRA’s and retirement plans
Homie DropTopJosh told me when you get the bag
Dont fumble it, flip and tumble it understand