Another Day in SF lyrics

I was sliding to Mason, when I cracked this b*tch
Bounced out at the cafe, and gave her the zip
You got [...], you to the neck, yo last P wasn't really bout a check
It ain't really bout the money, b*tch I got alot of game
Once you hop in this drop, b*tch yo whole life could change
I could see it in your eyes, you been stressed off Backpage
But you a million dollar b*tch, you could get it any way
We can go to Las Vegas and eat big steaks
If we hit the strip club you could make a band day
She don't dance in the city 'cause her family be out
And I'm a million dollar n*gga so this whammy be out
Sippin champagne with my n*gga Worthy and sh*t
All the hoes out tonight so I'm sweatin a b*tch
Grab a pack of Backwoods and the Frisco fittest
I ain't a superstar yet but the real n*ggas feel it
I got respect in my city I don't need that blap
But I keep that blap, 'cause n*gga I rap
If you a snitch you a snitch I can't f*ck with that
That's why I'm always by myself with this mini mac
I be at Whole Foods, white folks and sh*t
In the produce aisle tryna crack a b*tch
Said how you doin, my name's Larry had to switch it up
Yo daddy must own hella iHOP's or something
She had a house in Diamond Heights and a Benz truck
I asked her how she doin this she only 21
She sat me down and said June I got a great trick
He give me everything I want since I was 18
I sit her down and gave her game and made it make sense
I told her nothing last forever gotta make it flip
Make sure your credit [...] you gotta own some sh*t
And you always gotta know a trick gon' be a trick
I be up bright and early eatin' egg whites
Fresh tangerine juice get my day right
I be playin' Darnell Jones and Berry White
Make my bed, clean the kitchen, and book a flight
Sometimes I never leave the house I ain't missin sh*t
Same n*ggas same b*tches on that bullsh*t
I'm wipin' down my M80 while I read a book
Barbeque at the crib you should slide through
Another day in the city, Another day in the city
And I ain't worried bout sh*t
I'm not worried bout a damn, damn thing
I'm just living, living, living

Take it back to 2012 when I bought my first Benz
I never did graduate but I always had a plan
I was out in Miami when I touched my first 10
Wasn't even 20 yet and I was foreign lane switching
Thought a n*gga had it all but I didn't have sh*t
Then I caught my first case n*gga ain't this a b*tch
They hit a n*gga for a dub and that was all a n*gga had
So I hit my n*gga Kilo like we gotta bounce back
He said let's hit Pleasant Hill, that's when Redbook was cracking
For like two weeks my b*tch was hittin full rack
I'm out in Costa Mesa trappin with my n*gga June Pack
He said there's money in Seattle so he gotta shake back
I been going through some sh*t I'm on my way back to the Bay
I need to holla at my pops, I need to get some good game
I been making hella money, but I'm feelin hella lost
I lost touch with my family, and took another loss
Can't believe my grandma gone, life is a b*tch I wish I could've said I love you
This rap sh*t is like a gift and a curse, but it could be worse
RIP lil [...] man that sh*t still hurt