Pacific Coast Highway

Hey Larry man, we been doing this shit for a minute P
Real Ism in the motherfucking building bitch

(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

(Ok) Born in 86, so nigga I'm the shit
That's why it hit different when I'm in my Raider fit
I never liked wifin' hoes, I never could commit
If I let you in my life, then you should know just what it is
Im married to the hustle, like I'm married to the game
Like I'm married to the block this forever with the gang
A1 Preme laces all thru my shoes
When the dogs gonna bark, bet they all say Woo

This shit go so crazy
Off the top

Born in 91, crisp 96
Upgrade the Bezel, Cartier the wrist
I might do crustaceans, my new bitch Croatian
I might take her skating, I might give her babies
This a Harry Fraud, I got hella cars
A Benz on the East Coast, Beam in the garage
I am not signed, you wake up at nine
I wake up at six, get back on the grind
Good job Harry, you're doing good
Swear to God