This Happened Before 4 29 lyrics

(Verse 1: Julius)
Long beach is my playground
We the ones b*tches chase now
b*tches want the shoes to hit call it knocking booths this Horseshoe city call it H town
I walk around with a hangover
The only time you see me smile when I ain't sober
Fly I be in the sky only time I come down is when I lay over
My b*tches bed I'm a cloud finna rain over
This industry can feel it now
A black king like I'm where the pyramids at
The only n*ggas with no deal but we still made a real impact n*gga chill yall still talkin beef but i say talk is Cheap like these clothes on a clearance rack my team is still Intact
I'm smooth kinda like a Brazilian wax
But I keep a can opener to peel lids back

(Hook: Julius)
Its about to be a f*ckin change round here
Shoe gang switching the game round here
Pour a shot of brown liquor bout to make that clear
Im always faded let me make that clear
Hey yall
Hey yall
The COB is up in this b*tch
I said hey yall
Hey yall
There is no stooping us up in this b*tch
These trap n*ggas is mad oh word is that so
f*ck that we gon burn down that bando
Lighters in the sky we gon burn down that bando
f*ck That we gon burn down that bando
The roof the roof the roof is fire
I said my crew my crew n*gga my crew is on fire
Word them up tho
ATM
ATM
Anti-Trap Music cop that n*gga
4 29
4 29
Thats when that sh*t gon drop my n*gga
COB
COB
This Crip Or Blood This Cob Gang n*gga
Horseshoe Gang
Horseshoe Gang
You ain't f*cking with the crew stop that n*gga
4 29
4 29
Let me say that sh*t one more time
n*gga 429 429
Yall gotta support our grind
n*gga 710 405 Long Beach sh*t
Thats where we was I
f*ck Trap Music we pushing the line
Yall mothaf*ckas want war thats fine
Go!
(Verse 2: Julius)
Long Beach is my stomping ground
We the one n*ggas talkin' bout
I got a silencer but im awfully loud
Me, Debo, Dice, and Ken off the loud
I walk around with suspenders
Call me Urkel I love brown little tenders
Plus cops in my neighborhood dont like me wanna Tamir Rice me
But I'll burn a cop down to its senders
I dont trap these cops [?] I used to be homeless on [?] in
Hollywood hell naw i ain't famous n*gga but money ain't as is loose if ain't famous n*ggga
So yeah we gon get rich and my team gon eat hear me?
f*ck help nope we don't need any
We getting big you see obesity
Long Beach this C.O.B. city


(Hook: Julius)
Its about to be a f*ckin change round here
Shoe gang switching the game round here
Pour a shot of brown liquor bout to make that clear
Im always faded let me make that clear
Hey yall
Hey yall
The COB is up in this b*tch
I said hey yall
Hey yall
There is no stooping us up in this b*tch
These trap n*ggas is mad oh word is that so
f*ck that we gon burn down that bando
Lighters in the sky we gon burn down that bando
f*ck That we gon burn down that bando
The roof the roof the roof is fire
I said my crew my crew n*gga my crew is on fire
Word them up tho
ATM
ATM
Anti-Trap Music cop that n*gga
4 29
4 29
Thats when that sh*t gon drop my n*gga
COB
COB
This Crip Or Blood This Cob Gang n*gga
Horseshoe Gang
Horseshoe Gang
You ain't f*cking with the crew stop that n*gga
ATM
ATM
Anti-Trap Music cop that n*gga
4 29
4 29
Thats when that sh*t gon drop my n*gga
COB
COB
This Crip Or Blood This Cob Gang n*gga
Horseshoe Gang
Horseshoe Gang
You ain't f*cking with the crew stop that n*gga
4 29
4 29
Let me say that sh*t one more time
n*gga 429 429
Yall gotta support our grind
n*gga 710 405 Long Beach sh*t
Thats where we was I
f*ck Trap Music we pushing the line
Yall mothaf*ckas want war thats fine
Go!