Don't Believe the Hype

Locals Only

I remember, no cameras, no calls, no answers

No meetings, no features, no chances

No shows, no fans, no dancin’

Now there’s 300 girls yellin “Go Handsome”

I’m warmin up California this is yo candle

And I never had a video on no channel

I saw your name on a sign that said show cancelled

The charm of a college kid with them pro handles

This for niggas stressed out and gotta smoke Camel’s

And them ladies with them pretty open toed sandals

I remember them Impalas with them Gold Panels

We still keep it West Side like a old flannel

Mix a little Leimert Park with a cold piano

And tell if you heard somethin realer

I told Arch we was gonna kill em

New everything got me lookin like a dealer

If there’s somethin’ wrong then I’m lookin in the mirror

Life is a Bitch but I could never fear her

Cause she be lookin good every second that I’m near her

She told me take my time but I really couldn’t hear her

Not in it for the ring girl I want to be respected

That’s why it took me like 4 years to perfect it

She said you got the type of heart I like to connect with

So when the train stops next time I’mma catch it

Gone