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Frisco
The 1999
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Ooh
We're straight out of Frisco, the Bay
And they know we outside (Yeah they know we outside)
The city, the home of the brave
Just try to get by (Try to get by)
When you're up all day and night
Ghost riding through the city that's how we ride
When it feels so good
Doesn't matter if it shines or rains on the other side
We outside this is Frisco, we all born to die
Cruising in my 64 top down let's ride
I recognize the hustle, never stop the grind
High on life in the Bay, that's the best vibe
Home of the brave
Fog creeping in like a ghost
Rise and shine baby, taking every day slow
And they can never hold me down
I always rise up
It's 415, homie 'til my time's up
I'm on a mission, from Fillmore straight to the point
Gotta keep it steady baby, keep the groove on point
Yadadamean, I'm out here living my dreams
They're looking up to me like I'm an OG
And so it seems
But day ones know I'm tryna get by
Living every day watching time fly
It's no surprise, this is Frisco, get with the times
Ghost riding in the street, lights chasing the night
Let's ride
Ooh
We're straight out of Frisco, the Bay (Straight out the Frisco)
And they know we outside (Yeah)
The city, the home of the brave
Just try to get by
When you're up all day and night
Ghost riding through the city that's how we ride
When it feels so good
Doesn't matter if it shines or rains on the other side
Yeah
You know it feels good making the stacks
Ladies see me in the whip wanna hop in the back
It's all good baby baby look at me now
I made my momma so proud since I got out
I rep the Bay like I got these rocks in the chain
Gettin' stupid every day, never tell me to change
And we just wanna kick it, always looking for fun
Take it slow, rolling low with my day ones
Makin' ends meet with the homies playing the fools
Doing what we gotta do to stay cool
And gotta keep the bass bumping 'cause it's Cali love
And all the money feels good when we count it up
It's that West Coast living, Frisco chilling
No other city in the same world gives me the same feelings
And nothing else seems worth all these busy nights
When I'm riding Bay Ridge to the city lights
Roll with me down Frisco
We're straight out of Frisco, the Bay
And they know we outside
The city, the home of the brave (Every day we grindin')
Just try to get by
When you're up all day and night (So what's your point?)
Ghost riding through the city that's how we ride
When it feels so good (Straight out to the Bay)
Doesn't matter if it shines or rains on the other side
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