You got your ass knocked out, which one of you niggas is game? You are not top five in mine, B. G or Pac eyes. Backpack to back, that pack to pound. Chronic smoke in her lungs got her rubbin' on her breasts. You can't call yourself king, when I taught you. Even better when I be toppin' that apple and when I go hit that onion. Scratch that, I'm Preemo, bullets go Dan Marino (beast).
And when shit got hot, we let off a drum. But we don't know if the sun or moon came first. I'd give every kid from Compton a AMEX with no limit. Yeezy slidin' across the stage, the Grammy award goes. Got stage three and stage fright. But I make smart moves. Murder (I'm thuggin'), a bloody murder (she thuggin'). Homie, don't you know we make no mistakes? So many ties to dollar signs, easy to end up on E. I got shot up like Columbine, the Crips descended on me. Miss my nigga Nip', on the hood, wish we both died. Shoot the fade with me, I'd love to put these hands up. I Suge Knight, Vanilla Ice, I'm not Mr. Nice Guy. No water in the park pool, still niggas drown. Talk to me nice meme. They spray-paint over your mural, disrespect you after death.
Everybody poppin', it's lit shit (lit shit). I take a brick and make it flip and tell your bitch "come break me". Pressin' the issue, new vet, I'ma show you what the shit do. I don't need your love or the credit, I always got cash. He got all the blackest friends.
There it is, there it was. I can still say Nine-Trey and my bandana stretch farther than New York. Open the 'Rari doors, you hop in, and I hug you. Ain't even really know how to rap yet. I've been in the trap all week, niggas cookin' popcorn and selling hard tan. The Oakland A's is Avalon, they got all the shooters. Dreamdoll talk to me nice lyrics genius. Now my insulation cost a Maybach. So pass me the torch 'cause the torture in my mind. Blue face, my boo cakes will probably steal from me (c'mon).
How'd I ever let you. Walk up on you NBA YoungBoy's like, "This section is mine". Any Tre's got out here and f*cked you up? If I said I'm the king of L. A., you'd be mad? Hi kids, here's some fun, let's all say, "Nigga" once. That'll take you out the picture, used to kick it with you. Strapped in the town with no lost and found. Even Walmart came through and stepped on the Compton swap meet.
Yeah, them killas is with me. Philly's of the Pirates is Piru. And every man should carry the load for his family. If he survive, he gon' still feel it (ha, woo, boom). Talk to me nice lyrics. It shouldn't be no enemies 'cause children are the casualties. I'm litty, she litty, and we anticipatin' one hard f*ck. Dapper Dan, Gucci'd down when I was on welfare. 'Cause when your girl the biggest stepper, it's hard to swallow that pill. Coupe de Ville money (what? ) And you can't breathe without me, huh.
I just crossed a fine line. But you wouldn't leave the studio, your life is on loop. 'Cause niggas be dyin' every twenty-four. 'Cause I wrote her name with a million on the floor (cash). Ty Dolla in this bitch. Numinati, put the ice on the gold. Hangin' out the window with the all black TEC.
Feature thing's probably not gonna work out right now. These are the keys you cannot start a engine with. That sentiment's hard to gather. Beef is when you tell the chef to bring them steaks out. 'Til I'm back on the west side with my gun. I ain't even shoot my shot, I had to assist. Triads, Eses, Bloods and them Crip sets, twisted. Pull up on Cedar, then I put it in park. Barkin' with my dawgs and these Hellcats runnin' red lights, havin' horse fights. Real different (baow, baow, baow), he got bullets in him. Black lives matter, don't they?
Rolex at eleven, she ain't impressed by the usual. If gay is happy, I'm Isaiah Rashad, uh.