![]() No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it's on me Sometimes, somehow, it all falls back on me (I want the pressure homie, so much pressure on me)Īnd my homies on my back about me helping them get up off them streets (I mean what the f*ck?) Record company motherf*ckers asking me when I'm gonna release (Damn, only if I had a little time for me) (Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do)īaby mama drama, I just need a little time to go to sleep My discretion, f*ck your blessing, f*ck your lifeį*ck the world up when we came up, that's Compton homie!įamily problems, it ain't easy handling those needs Plenty ruckus with the weapon I protect it under oath I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the double dutch broke I say "F*ck is up?", I f*ck 'em up, your supper's up or somethings up My aliens on surveillance, they payed me a visit (Disgusting)Ĭurls drippin', silver bullet, palladium in my strap My family's ties, had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (abducted) Mama tried counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But f*ck it) Ride with the eyes of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted) Live in a project building, dodgin' the module ceilings We did the numbers and you lookin' like another statisticĪhh, recognize whatever side the sides reside until the dead has risen Man, you should be realistic, these niggas 'round here ballistic This is hub city nigga, don't make us embarrass you Hangin' way too f*ckin' close, beware the barrier So I married that bitch and swung down in that chariot I'm very aware that hip hop needed somethin' to carry it Sometimes I feel like I could just bury 'em, bury 'emĬause delirium, mass hysteria, scarier area Shit, I'm just tryna get paid and keep 'em thighs high I'm talkin' about that bottom where it's hot grinds Lookin' like Rosecrans when these niggas throw up them signs high That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both waysīeen doin' drive-bys, got this music industry timelined Reload the protools and we throw the clip in both trays Tinted windows ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you miss her Murderess, murder listen, hit a suburban whippin' Stone cold killers in these Compton streets Tell these motherf*ckers we don't even wanna talk about it, what) Yeah I want everything, yeah I want everything I'm just in this bitch, I'ma show em how to get involved ![]() We was dreaming, now we close enough to see it I'm just talking reckless, I'm just off the record If this was you, your diamond wouldn't be worth the appraisal I'm Kanye raising the diamond every day in the chain Try and get my Xbox, Red Ring of Death niggas I murder rappers everyday, til' police come and get meĪnd Dre just come and bail me out and then we hit the studioĪin't no new rap in my ear, too many depressed niggasĮmotional every song, deserve to have fresh niggasĬry about my old girl, but ain't how I left niggas I'm D.O.C., who do it better? Nobody f*ckin' with me I'm the only king here, you can tell 'em that I said it 'Lotta new niggas talking crazy on the records You let the wrong young nigga lean with a legend With some people that must have felt that way too If you wanna beef, make sure that's somethin' you wanna do God dammit, I'm too old, I forgot I got it allīut Andre young enough to still get involvedĪnd Andre still young enough to say f*ck y'allį*ck you, f*ck you, and you on the corner too Still got Eminem checks I ain't opened yet Nigga never afford headphones or the speakers I remember selling instrumentals off a beeper Them other states ain't far behind it either One thing, one thing I do know (I know, I know, I know) Tell these motherf*ckers we don't even wanna talk about it, what Oh no no no, I ain't even got to talk about it, talk about it Real shit, y'all counterfeit, y'all niggas bad businessį*ck Glocks, I'm all about Fort Knox, nigga I don't give one f*ck, off the top I wish a nigga would try me
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