Everythin' is as it should be Fuck what it could or would or should be Fuck what it would or should or could be, yeah Everythin' is as it should be Fuck what it would or could or should be I've been askin' God: Why me? Yo, uh, see me out, don't shake my hand or you was there for me Keep my phone on DND, hoes get left on read Seen so many late nights, nowadays I can't sleep Every time we gang slide, somebody R.I.P No man had my daddy hooked, shooter like Kareem No, I ain't no open book, baby, I'm a G Keep it on me, keep a look, keep it in the streets Used to be my partner then, 'fore he went PC Call me what you want, just don't call the police 'Cause fucked her in the street, they fell beneath my knees What's up with all these fake thugs, lyin' on these beats? Just tryin' to get my paystubs, please don't intervene Shoot you, leave you dead or in the jail, I'm somewhere in between I'm independent, but I'm signed to UMG I'm in the trenches, but I grew up walkin' distance from the beach Yeah, livin' out that California dream 'Cause I've been practicin' that everythin' is as it should be Fuck what it would've, should've, or it could be (Ayy) But sometimes, I be askin' God: Why me? (Run it, run it) We'll never get an answer, 'cause I know it already I'm covered in the blood, 'cause, he might've bit me, got a what? Me and D was in the doghouse on top of the VIP So it's no coincidence my insignia in TDE They turned the idea into the media, that's genius Herbert Stevens I be, that's intervenin' Still thuggin', drop a sample in the club with No I.D Hahah, that one was members only If you ain't know me when me and Blacka was rollin' up the blanka Or ate a dandelion, French coast and Paula sorcerers You'll probably do better overseas Instead of livin' out that California dream, woah