Skatin Through The City

Way before Lupe, before OF

I've been tryna ollie off the front porch steps

Crept through Lynwood, my city was not calm

Headed to South Gate, tryna see Mark Gonzalez

I'm a novice tryna ollie the curb

If you're looking for some rocks then you can probably get served

Not by me, the homies up at the park

I thought I was Eazy-E, I swore I was Tony Hawk

Mark's getting jumped over colors, some real shit

Anyone fuck with us, we fuck him up real quick

Move to Covina in the SGV

That's where I'm at, my homie and my man Jeff D

Me, my little brother in rhyme, we used to steal shit

Claiming E-dub, so far from the realness

Back in Midtown I'm surrounded by real Crips

All I wanna do is smoke and skate on some chill shit

So much to deal with, riding that blue bus

I stay doing my thang, not giving two fucks

Had a couple tussles, got respect from my peers

Now they all leave me alone saying ''Cause's just weird''

Skatin' through the city like I own this bitch

In and out of traffic like I won't get hit

Stay the fuck out my lane when I'm on that shit

Skatin' through the city like I own this bitch

Still pushin' mine go nigga, I don't give a fuck

Me and the homies in the back of a pick-up truck

We skate pitches on fake bitches

Hoping that one day we blow up and make riches

Been in corners on my independence

Longboard or penny board, I have no business

I ain't trickin', I ain't trynna go pro

Really it's the quickst way to get to the store, oh

You hear Wrek in the background

It ain't weird to ride a skateboard if you black now

Cubans in Miami and Chicanos in Watts

Meet up at the McDonalds then head out to the spot

Hella skateparks, no more runnin' from cops

You don't stop 'cause you're old, you get old 'cause you stop

Rest in peace Jay Adams and shout-out the homie block

Used to never go to Venice 'cause I thought I'd get shot

Y'all know what it is