Lock Down

Lock down time to make my block proud
California on 24 hour watch now
There’s been a take over baby, hostile
Yeah the young Cali convict got the rock now
I hear the rumors saying I’m just pop now
Like they never heard a hood nigga with a hot style
I got the hills to burns and the block now
Old bitches wanna holla at me cause I’m hot now
I got a new bitch sitting in my drop now
Song on the radio album ‘bout to drop now
Music lives in California, living proof
Ya Boy the rocker, Konvict, what it do
I been had with these other niggas getting to
Take your girl home and make her earn all them Jimmy Choo’s
I hope you like heat it’s hot in the kitchen boo
Do you have service? Am I gettin’ through?

Hey, I know you heard we got the drop now
Konvicts supplying niggas round the clock now
Getting money and we forced to put the Glock down, lock down, lock down
We expanded all the pipes now, and have to get accustomed to this lifestyle
No more spending all my cash trying to fight trials on a lock down, lock down
Cause victory is all (mine x15)
Cause victory is all (mine x15)

Another watch, another chain, another charm copped
Time to wake these niggas up like alarm clocks
I see ‘em hatin so we gotta keep the arms cocked
I’m the reason CA on storm watch
It’s ‘bout to get ugly, no Whoopie Gold
Superstar still in the kitchen whippin O’s
Toss it to my youngins call me when you get it gone
F*** a rap nigga we about to get it on
I’m speaking for california from the top down
Holla at Ya Boy, I got it locked down
I tried to tell ‘em this forever like a diamond
I’m so hot shawty I could change the climate

And as the days pass by like a G7
And all my hustlas on the corner of 7/11
Po’ a little on the ground and I start reppin’
For all the homies layin’ down restin’ up in heaven
And I hope you watchin down
And proud of how we just locked it down
Don’t let nothin’ stop the cash or get caught up
In the streets that’s how we brought up

I’m from a city where the fiends shoot up and spark
Load up the ammo it’s time to shoot up the charts
Game cold baby, you might need a scarf
Rockstar but I’m ridin’ like Noah’s ark
Louis shades, Dolce and Gabana cloth
Your girl know I stay fly like Santa Claus
On the road with a trunk full of Asher Roth
We gon’ pop Rose when the package off
I swear to God I went and got the bay crackin y’all
But I couldn’t do it without LA backin’ doe
Niggas say they gon’ get me, I laugh it off
‘Cause they know I keep shooters like basketball
Lock it down make ‘kon throw away the key
Real nigga, record deal ain’t changi’ me
It took a while but we still got from A to Z
I put in work nigga, what you gotta say to me?

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