ฟังเพลงCali Dreamin (feat. Fashawn, Co$$ & Tiombe Lockhart) (Explicit)

Cali Dreamin - Dag Savage/Co$$/Fashawn

I woke in dismay

I woke in dismay

Yo yo woke up in the city as a derelict the ghetto is ma narrative

Neva been the same at the

Stuck between the bankers and the Sunday morning terrorist

Before I go to bed I say a prayer in Arabic

Product of the negligent niggas having mad rumbles

Member when junior hit t boney with the brass knuckles

Fronting like they hard just the other day they ran from you

California dreaming life mad so this mad struggle

Mom so it's mad hustle even though we fatherless

She fifteen years clean from the alcohol anonymous

Never had a trade or got a chance to get her doctorate

She California dreaming tryna mend these broken promises

F**k the world and this politics is life it's not a movie

Paint a picture on the wall and try to radiate the beauty

Ah yea ma Cali niggas stay on the grind

Another day another dollar in the 619

And I swear some nights I don't sleep

Cause the weight of the world feel like the weight of ma sheet

Cali streets wasn't meant for the humble or the meek

More of a jungle where we hunger for peace fumbled up leaves

The hood life to the good life I'm stuck in between

Wish I could get my brothers a dream something

Pushing us back like we swimming upstream

If I take another route will I make it out can't help but doubt cause

It's a struggle when reality bites the leader hand you

A pistol or pass you a mike or some nikes

In a jersey tell you shoot like coby

Me while I'm drowning in this bottle of oe

Thinking bout how I got a daughter to feed

And will I be around to water ma seed just a thought

So much on ma mind as I sit and unwind another day

Another dollar in the 559

And I undefined lost in la times tryna

Figure out my purpose everyday on this earth

What's my meaning when Cali is senseless the caught my nakama slipping on the ave

Now his face on the shirt lil murk another day in word to them bangers

Who be stacking up that paper in exchange for the work

A thousand planet a trillion tons mass of the son

But that ain't equal to my birth or the weight of my hurt

You ever stood on my turf you know about them true ogs

Them rolling them 30 s and 40 s be riding

On them used fours in my hood

That don't reflect the sentiment in my heart

When the blocks is hard as times are we gotta see beyond that

A city made insane by the gangs killed my pops

I used to say the city gave him aids so much

On my brain it replays and repeats

Another day another dollar in the tres deuce three

And I

I woke up in this world

I woke up in this world