Obi Mac ft. Stomo Lyrics

In these Cali nights, these Cali nights

Ooh woah, all night

Ooh woah ay

Hopping out of that V8

All blue Ashton on PCH

On the west late nights I be riding

I be flying down the 105 'cause I

Gotta get back home (back home)

Gotta get back home (gotta get back home)

Gotta get back home (back home)

Gotta get back home

I'm counting digits I'm 'bout my cream like Eric Clapton

There's a lot of fake smiles people plastic

I'm 'bout my business I preach my messages all to the masses

Everyday it's Christmas I'm living present I'm always rapping, up

Fucking different women inside Hilton buildings

Burning through this bread and cheddar call it grilled cheese

Balling like Curry

I ain't with that bullshit like D-Rose knee

Smoking Skywalker call me Obi Mac

And like Mike I got the 45

Only God can judge me I'm just tryna survive

Get the cash up, put it away and live that low live

Put the bread up in the stove and let the dough rise

People say they 'bout it but then let their dreams go

Selling out they amigos just to let their green go up

You got a little cheddar, may dress a little better

But what lies behind the screen is lies behind the scene

Sleeping with a nina I don't know when I need her

The world cold, my wardrobe be long sleeved up

I walked the long road to ensure I keep a right soul

Lord knows I've been walking on a tight rope

But on a side note, I've been hustling for that diamond life

Rappers fake shining I'm VVS to rhinestones

Guys ain't real nowadays they lipo

Moving like bitches they doing it for the likes though

I ain't perfect but my purpose is worth it

I'm still just a person when the closing the curtains (yeah)

You can do it too don't pretend it's nonsense

Don't let them get to your head defend your conscience

RU need a business office

If you bet against my team you catching plenty losses

Send them boys 'round your way if you've been acting tough

'Cause they bang with heavy metal like Metallica