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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Kid Daytona
The Kid Daytona
Performer
Mez
Mez
Performer
Jorge Lendeborg Jr.
Jorge Lendeborg Jr.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jorge Lendeborg Jr.
Jorge Lendeborg Jr.
Composer
Jamil Pierre
Jamil Pierre
Composer
Austin Donawa
Austin Donawa
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deputy
Deputy
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Lyrics

I love it here, I'm never leaving Long as I'm breathing, nobody had the faith in me My family believed it, nothing like my barrio There ain't no comparing (no comparing) Mariachis playing from a block away, you hear it? From South Central to the Hills, valid any district Skateboard to class, kick, push, kickflipping Navigating through the waters with the big fishes Can't let 'em reel me in, like I'm a meal ticket Boyle Heights raised me, I'm losing my mind lately Speeding through the road of life, got my mind racing Bright lights blazing, I got on some good shades And Hollywood shady, can't forget the hood made me, made me, yeah No lie come alive in the nighttime, on the Westside With a dime on my right side Never mind all the trouble that I might find Don't gotta ask if I'm rollin', know I'm gonna ride No way I'd ever leave, there's no place I'd rather be Post up on Soto Street, Eastside, that's what made me Late night, no getting sleep, still goin' in, this life chose me West coast L-I-F-E live like K-I-N-Gs I just hustle, I don't brag I do papers, they give me cash Keep it hundred, keep it a stack I ain't no dummy, and that's a fact I'm way quicker, I'm way smarter Never slip, never lack Feeling like I won the chip Feeling like Kobe, feeling like Shaq Like LeBron in the 6, feeling big, like I'm Chris Got my shades loc'd out, so surreal, what a trip Your side and my side, our kind, and your kind When you meet me, think I'm shy, but I ride in the night, whoa Eastside evil, let 'em know I got a hero flow Lakerland deadly, that's a hustle me, oh, no Me, oh my, too legit, superfly Grilling at my migos like they UFOs, so who am I? What I had to give to get to where I'm going, where I been? I leave it clean like fabuloso pouring I'm a missile manic Jordan, automatic and a poet Take a lick and sip a Moet Never know that I was chosen No lie, come alive in the nighttime On the Westside, with a dime on my right side Never mind all the trouble that I might find Don't gotta ask if I'm rollin', know I'm gonna ride No way I'd ever leave, there's no place I'd rather be Post up on Soto Street, Eastside, that's what made me Late night, getting no sleep Still goin' in, this life chose me West coast L-I-F-E live like K-I-N-Gs, hmm-mm In the nighttime, I feel like I could do anything I feel like a God When the sun sets, that's when I rise That's when I shine in the night's sky In the nighttime, I feel like I could do anything I feel like a God When the sun sets, that's when I rise That's when I arrive, in the nighttime
Writer(s): Jamil Pierre, Austin Donawa, Jorge Jr Lendeborg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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