Canoga Park

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 til 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 yall 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