Far Alone lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeahBlue jeans, Air ones and a white tee’06, hangin’ out the window like, yeeHyphy on one, off a bottle might be, my treeSmokin’ Agent Orange, Hi-CBack when me and Marty was recordin’ at my mom’sMost of y’all were chasin’ around bopsAlways in the lab, only hoping that my jobNever would be based around mops now I’m onYeah, she know, love me ’cause my egoGirls and the drugs always follow us where we goAyy, where the Bay at?Shouts out to Jay AntLookin’ for the party girls, let me know where they atSkinny rich girls always askin’ where the yay atThrow a house party like cool, where you stay at?Turn upside down, let her tweak on the wallTook her to the bathroom and did work in the stall, yeah
They used to tell me, I couldn’t go too far alone (oh, far alone, alone)They used to always say I couldn’t go too far alone (oh, far alone)But now I’m here, bitch, ooh (but now I’m here, bitch, ooh)But now I’m here, bitch, ooh (but now I’m here, bitch, ooh)(G-Eazy, let E-Feezy tell his story)But now I’m here, bitch
Uh, it ain’t funny what I’ve been through (uh-uh)
Your enemy can be some kin to you (that’s right)I started off hella broke (broke)Hung around people that’s older than me, took notes (notes)Mama worked three jobs on the weekendsUsed to help her wash the walls at Mare Island (Mare Island?)In Vallejo naval housesHavin’ a roof over my head was my allowance (for real)The oldest of four, young adults (adults)Surrounded by grief, big dreams and hopeThey hated and they doubtHow did you take it? Took it with a grain of saltI wanted it badly, they couldn’t stop me, indieErry label wanted to sign me (who you grew up on?)Grew up on Short and Freddie B(Who else?) Magic Mike and Calvin T
They used to tell me, I couldn’t go too far alone (oh, far alone, alone)They used to always say I couldn’t go too far alone (oh, far alone)But now I’m here, bitch, ooh (but now I’m here, bitch, ooh)But now I’m here, bitch, ooh (but now I’m here, bitch, ooh)YeahBut now I’m here, bitch
From the BART train to a tour bus
Still the same game except I’m pulling more slutsMore butts, more bucks, never giving more fucksDid it my way, I’m never taking short cutsRaised in that town like fool, who put you upon, huh?E-40, Mac Dre is who I grew up onI been selling game got you if you need a couponYou can check my resume, see every beat I threw up onSmoking on grapes, rollin’ up Swishers, no papesBack of the Ghost, closed drapesI’m a boss tycoonGirls in the crowd all swoonSuper high, I’m off to the moonAnd I vanished with your girl, then I took her to my roomShe wants me to slay, okay, that means doomBoom, and it’s to be expectedKnew this would happen as soon as she texted
They used to tell me, I couldn’t go too far alone (oh, far alone, alone)They used to always say I couldn’t go too far alone (oh, far alone)But now I’m here, bitch, ooh (but now I’m here, bitch, ooh)But now I’m here, bitch, ooh (but now I’m here, bitch, ooh)