Bompton To Balabasas

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Wallie the Sensei - Rap, California Rap

Bompton To Balabasas

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[Chorus] Bompton to Balabasas, fifty-four minute drive from the hood I'ma do it in thirty even with traffic I used to shoot marbles and now my floor marbles All the hoes is plastic Just for me to live a month, it'll cost me 'bout a quarter mill' Quarter million in taxes [Verse] I'm probably fuckin' on a actress My neighbors do not like my blackness This money make me so attractive I make the cast do a backflip I wake up early in the morning, finna eat a steak I told 'em life is a game 'til I learn how to play it Today, I feel like Lil Wayne, I'm ridin' with the Drac' Matter of fact, Jay West, call Drake Tell him next year, we eatin' off the same plate It was hella weight on my brain from a lot of mistakes All that weight on my name, they know me in every place Jumped off the porch from my mansion, as-salamu alaykum Walaikum salam, even though I know they hatin' Tell her at four to meet me up at Galilee I'm ridin' dirty with the jets, bet you can smell the weed In life, it's just monopoly I'm parkour, concrete, goin' hardcore Life is a obstacle, we knock 'em down like dominoes Life is impossible to live without a dollar, though So I been takin' the time, it took a whole lot of days gettin' no sleep God forgive 'em if they doubted me, they do not know God forbid if anybody around me is broke Life is monopoly, we was born in a lethal place The only way to survive is gettin' it the illegal way I know they hopin' that I fall off, fall off But when I'm down, I never call out, call out Back to the basic, squabbling with my demons I know they the only reason I'm really winnin' I never let 'em control me even when I'm sinnin' I do it by choice When I do fuckery, people tell me they proud of me Life is a obstacle, life is monopoly I'm Charles Darrow, fuckin' with Lizzie Magie Remember mama had to drive us, drive us And now I'm on, I got a driver, driver I'm teaching my kids survival, yeah I'm living like in the Bible, yeah [Chorus] Bompton to Balabasas, fifty-four minute drive from the hood I'ma do it in thirty even with traffic I used to shoot marbles and now my floor marbles All the hoes is plastic Just for me to live a month, it'll cost me 'bout a quarter mill' Quarter million in taxes

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  • Wallie the Sensei