Palm trees burning in breeze And even when it rains, it's 70 degrees You can hike to the Hollywood sign if that's where you wanna be Things you take for granted when you grow up by the beach I thought I'd never wanna leave But I've lived a life in traffic on the 10 and 405 Makes me wanna die Maybe L.A. lost its magic, but not every death is tragic It can make you feel alive Wishing this car could fly away from here Higher than the palm trees They say everybody's beautiful and everyone's dumb here They say everything's expensive and everyone's fake So every time I tell someone that I'm from here They look at me like I said it by mistake I say I'm 28 Spending another night in traffic on the 10 and 405 Makes me wanna cry It's hard to imagine, but not every death is tragic It can make you feel alive Don't you know that angels can fly away from here? Higher than the palm trees So tonight I'll get high one more time And sit outside at night on Melrose & Vine Where the stars in the sky are the city lights And I'll be safe as long as I'm home by nine From the day that I was five To the day that Kobe died I been here my whole life So maybe it's time To say goodbye to the palm trees

Niggas wanna stop me like the Nazi Getting money like Illuminati Look up and see the palm trees, fuck everybody Palm trees, fuck everybody All I see is the money, buried over the struggle I know religion got me, too cheap to sell my soul though So fuck every commy, palm trees Fuck everybody, palm trees Clearly these niggas can't see me like black & white TV So pretend that you hear me like Stevie Let's call it, leave and fuck you We've been discussing our salary You chiefin, pass the blunt, Pray that you live, have a dissy Tires screeching, swerving paparazzi I could have relieve in 91 gas from Chevron, Rolls Royce like Heron Warrior like play on girls, they like to cling on Give em hard dick one time then that boy gone I bop Ferrari to my latest songs, H Crown, did 5, glad my nigga made it home These bitches fronting, claiming they ain't hoes Actin like the single life, the way that go ball all alone Alright neighborhood, I feel alone 8 bedrooms, let my thoughts roam And one day king will realize his throne When you pop T-Raww, morals in you fairly strong I love making that shit that you can sing along Getting head while you're high That's my way you're getting blown Used to talk to these kids through the Styrofoam Now we talk for millions on the microphone Jewelry cashed back then the zip locked No job to them rogue niggas Kick rocks, white socks Clean nigga, court side, Fact not, see you making it rain, nigga that's all you got All night, that's what you got Fuck with me baby, make sure you leave with a what Course you ain't bad, fuck your cash, I pay my tab Make you a star in real life, fuck a blog nigga Niggas wanna stop me like the Nazi Getting money like Illuminati Look up and see the palm trees, fuck everybody Palm trees, fuck everybody All I see is the money, buried over the struggle I know religion got me, too cheap to sell my soul though So fuck every commy, palm trees Fuck everybody, palm trees