3230

Hittin' corners, thuggin' with the blower, barrel louder than a motor Keep the engine runnin' when a nigga run up on ya Another day in sunny California The FEDs takin' pictures and they tappin' Motorolas Everybody snitchin', gotta live with paranoia A soldier since the stroller, ask my mama if you doubt that Homie where ya clout at? You ain't ever push nobody's scalp back 45, 9s 'round 9 in the AM Yesterday I sat and prayed, today I'm finna take it A week ago, they killed my bro, that's been the price of bangin' Since my granny Alameda days, robbin' 'cause we need a raise Fingers do the talkin' when the Cs do the walkin' And the Cs been polluted, baptism for these shooters Seventh grade, I went to OCA, hoopin' up at Lueder's With my Ru from Campanella we was crashin' shit together Three, two, three, zero 3230 Poppy St, we ain't chasin', they brought the beef Used to the sounds of violence, my neighbors ain't never call police Call it followin' protocols, spark it if you ain't know the call Got this bitch that live off of Market that's down to hold the heat Turnin' water and power off, got us impatient, powered up Evictions notices go unnoticed, the final hours up Livin' off of borrowed time, committin' crimes that's organized Fortress ones and fortified, just tryna build my castle up Dollar and a dream, at night time we maskin' up The deadly game of tag, the older generations passed to us I got a clip that's long enough to shoot until the casket come Wit' it 'til that casket drop, they droppin' when that magnum pop --- 3230 - Vince Staples