Like A Pro - Ryan Cali

Homie listen, I could use a quarter mill

Just so I can pay the California water bill

High responsibilities got my father Ill

Got him taking pill by pill

Like this fucking for real

This is real

Guess It’s time to be a better son

Do what I gotta do man to get the job done

If there’s left over money get the block some

Suckers be tripping, do everything to be that top one

Yah, they something like a bad fever

All in front of their dogs like a pack leader

Sick and tired of riding in the back seater

Something better change cause I’m spitting like I rap ether

Yah, and we can talk about the state of hip hop

Cause I been waiting, been watching the clock go tick tock

They need me, I ain’t ready yet to give up

So many fakes out here we gotta git rid of

Go shawty, go

Go tell em what I came for

I train like a pro

Got them lames in a choke hold

I know that I’ll blow

Cause my big homie said so

Tell em jo, get your dough

I ain’t mad bro

Go shawty, go

Go tell em what I came for

I train like a pro

Got them lames in a choke hold

I know that I’ll blow

Cause my big homie said so

Tell em jo, get your dough

I ain’t mad bro

Bless the music I founded

All that hype in the game

Wanna keep you from grounded

Don’t allow it

Success Is the cousin of stress

Searching for a meaning

That’s another long ass quest, yah

Catch me on the speed it up lane

While you fake ass suckers getting media trained

All that bullshit they keep feeding your brain

They don’t care about you

They just reaching for fame

Believe in your aim

Don’t you ever lose track

Strive is all you fucking got

Can’t afford to lose that

Straight rap, pull it out the hat

Like where’s the bunny

I need food in my tummy

Like bees need the honey, you funny

Rapping bout what you don’t live by

We could have been friends

But I rather let that shit slide

Could take a molly

But I rather choose to get high

Riding with my dolly like fuck a car to get by

Go shawty, go

Go tell em what I came for

I train like a pro

Got them lames in a choke hold

I know that I’ll blow

Cause my big homie said so

Tell em jo, get your dough

I ain’t mad bro

Go shawty, go

Go tell em what I came for

I train like a pro

Got them lames in a choke hold

I know that I’ll blow

Cause my big homie said so

Tell em jo, get your dough

I ain’t mad bro

Get your dough, I ain’t mad bro

Yeah you gone get what you asked for

Man enough to say

Sometimes I ran and walked away

I couldn’t face the time of day

Told myself I’d be ok

All the games you gotta play

For a little recognition

All the friends that were down

And said, they would always visit

Suddenly went missing

Lost em now

If you ever wanna talk

I’m in the lost and found

I been patient, canceled all my vacations

That’s why I sound this amazing

Cause I been practicing my lyrical phrasing

I be keeping it blazing, got the plug on the way

Three a half in the bag, put it all in a jay

Light it up, Yah

Check the style that I’m working

Kill my enemies, watch em fall like a curtain

Keep my energy for the people in my circle

You gone front, I’m a jump

Leave your face blue and purple

I’m a murder

Go shawty, go

Go tell em what I came for

I train like a pro

Got them lames in a choke hold

I know that I’ll blow

Cause my big homie said so

Tell em jo, get your dough

I ain’t mad bro

Go shawty, go

Go tell em what I came for

I train like a pro

Got them lames in a choke hold

I know that I’ll blow

Cause my big homie said so

Tell em jo, get your dough

I ain’t mad bro