Overseas - E-40, Kid Ink, Young Scooter

Anything you try, I can oversee it

Half of my plugs, they from overseas

Puerto Rican, China, and Colombian

Finesse, flex, they playing that in Japan

I do shows in Cuba, I tell them pay me in grams

That bitch from China, every month she make like 50 bands

I gave that ho the recipe now she a millionaire

Pour up, roll up, get faded

Count up, stack up, that paper

Got to watch out for your plug, he’ll try to play you

Look at my haters, like ah he made it

You talking dope, then I’m one of the greatest

COD, nigga, no favorites

They fuck with me in London, hoods going crazy

Apartments to overseas, I done finally made it

I ain’t local bitch, I’m global

My music’s up like togos

Mean mug, dirty popos

In my neighborhood I’m a mogul

All the little kids love me

Want to be just like E

All the bitch niggas hate me

But I flash on a nigga like Adobe

Bitch I’m a motherfucking OG

I just look like this, lowkey

I’m a California bear, not Yogi

Bust you in the face with the deuce deuce threeney

Bullets go through things, holes like earrings

Me and my heathens, live like we kings

All I know is grit, when the baseline hit

That’s some Os I get, winners never quit

I was born in the struggle and I was raised in the trap

I’m just a street nigga that just so happened to rap

Bitch!

The money calling, I’m going back to Paris

Sold out show, spitting crack, what you selling?

They don’t barely speak my language but repeat me like a parrot

It’s apparent who the man, baby you ain’t got to panic

Put them panties to the side, and that dutchie to the left

Got a pound through security and pounds on the check

Passport tatted up, it ain’t nowhere else to stamp

On a ten hour flight, flirting with the flight attendants

Took my niggas out the hood, Crenshaw to Dubai

It’s a lot to understand sitting way up at the top

I oversee it, worldwide, no it’s no longer a secret

Postcard view so fucking scenic