See No Evil The Game (Ft. Kendrick Lamar & Tank)

[Verse 1: The Game]
I don't read the XXL
Tote a four-five to church, think I'm destined for hell, oh well
Blood tears off the face of my Jesus piece
It's bloodshed fill the cracks in my city streets
I'm from the crack of them city streets
Used to sell crack in them city streets, born in blood, nigga
In a coma five days, life of a thug nigga
Mama ain't show, grandma almost pulled the plug, nigga
Used to pull the gun out just because these cuz niggas
Five shots to the head 'cause I'm a Blood nigga
Nothin' brewin' but suwoo'ing where the fuck I'm from
You lucky if you make it out of Compton, ask Andre Young
Smell the scent of dead bodies ridin' down Green Leaf
No peace, so don't get caught up with no piece
Fuck Fatburger, we cookin' that real beef
Mamas mournin' they sons, I'm talkin' real grief
Real funerals of them lost juveniles
Tryna be generals, be missin' your dinner now, huh
Say it's a blessing when you die in your sleep
'Cause the coroner don't need no sheets, capisce?
I'm sayin', stop playin', wrap him up in what he lay in
Fold a nigga arms, now a casket what he pray in
Compton streets raised me
Can't tell my grandma nothin' 'bout her baby, you crazy