Soja Arizona, born in California, a player, been taking overLeave you in a coma from the smoke and aromaI'm working hard, you cut in quarters, not the same as I told ya210 days, they let me out of the cageI'm unleashing all my rage, it's taking over the placeEvery time we pull up, they always notice my faceNike's in the fade, Tati in the chainHopping out, smell like dank, got a bitch that'll stayTill it's on to the next, but still come back to playYou know it's all Gucci, Lada, Doobie, and SmokeI'm putting on A-Zone, so tell me who wanna rollI walk around in some dope NikesI play it fresh, duh, probably pull your girl rightNew fitted on, and my game tightAnd the blunt hit, strong from the dank likeHey, this talk *, but it's on siteYeah, it's alright, alrightWe don't talk *, cause it's alright, alright, alrightI walk around in some dope NikesI play it fresh, duh, probably pull your girl rightNew fitted on, and my game tightAnd the blunt hit, strong from the dank likeHey, this talk *, but it's on siteYeah, it's alright, alrightWe don't talk *, cause it's alright, alright, alrightThey say they wanna find me out, okayThere's nothing they can say but understand what's in my brainThey feed me lies and medication that'll numb the painI feel like if I fall asleep, that I'll never wakeAnxiety kicking in like I need a pillThese bitches telling me they loving me, they need a chillOn some real *, I'm trying to get it rightI flip a deal, so I can bounce backSo I can flip a mealI gotta get it like I'm on a wrist with Christmas presentsNever know when you're flat like so count your blessingsI'm serving games, so get to class before I take attendanceAnd if I see you slipping, bitch, repeat the * lessonAt times I'm irrational* her, then she left, * her friend, I'm an *Made the bitches bounce like a motherfucking catapultStill serving tea to the bitch like the antidoteI walk around in some dope NikesI play it fresh, duh, probably pull your girl rightNew fitted on, and my game tightAnd the blunt hit, strong from the dank likeHey, this talk *, but it's on-siteYeah, it's alright, alrightWe don't talk *, cause it's alrightAlright, alright, alrightI walk around in some dope NikesI play it fresh, duh, probably pull your girl rightNew fitted on, and my game tightAnd the blunt hit, strong from the dank likeHey, this talk *, but it's on-siteYeah, it's alright, alrightWe don't talk *, cause it's alrightAlright, alright, alrightI walk around in some dope NikesThe white T-Cortez, homie, all whiteYeah, lace them up in the blue stringsThe blue strings, homie, show you what the mood bringsAnd I'm driving really recklessAll gas, no brakes, no breakfastAnd you know I get my swerve onI hit the block, yo, D, you on the curb, honHa, your boy stay fadedI'm ballin' with the baddest of badBut now she jaded, I'm sorry, heyBut they lovin' my personaI'm killin' everything inside of CaliforniaOoh, I know that you feelin' me, I meanI see the way you feelin' me, I meanBaby, girl, let's keep it clean, I meanAnd know you fuckin' with a G, GI walk around in some dope NikesI play it fresh, duh, probably put your girl rightNew fitted on, and my game tightAnd the blunt hit, strong from the deck, likeHey, this talk *, but it's on-siteYeah, it's alright, alrightWe don't talk *, cause it's alrightAlright, alrightI walk around in some dope NikesI play it fresh, duh, probably put your girl rightNew fitted on, and my game tightAnd the blunt hit, strong from the deck, likeHey, this talk *, but it's on-siteYeah, it's alright, alrightWe don't talk *, cause it's alrightAlright, alrightI walk around in some dope Nikes