[Verse 1: The Game]
When I exit the 110 at Compton, I start cocking shit
Halloween ain't shit when you stuck at the light with a Compton crip
Niggas don't make it out
My grandma Lilly named me Game
But these two AK's ain't nothing to play about
I had a jumper and hoop dreams, but I couldn't wait it out
Wrote weed on my scholarship letters and took the paper route
Crips know where I stay every other day, had to spray it out
Compton sheriffs hit the crib, I’m hiding in the neighbor's house
Moms kicked me out, had to move all my shit to David house
His moms told me pull my own weight, here, weigh it out
That water boil, take it out
Professor clumps in that mason jar
Look like I'm having a sеizure when I shake it out
In thе trap trying to focus, writing raps on the sofa
Thought the house was tapped
Cause I can see antennas on the roaches
Niggas can't tell me nothing about being poor
Extendos on the phone cord
Pull that bitch from the kitchen to the front door
Seen one bullet, put a nigga under
Seen a nigga survive a whole clip with staples from his ear to his stomach
My uncle got stabbed, fucked up a whole summer
My sister got shot in the ass, my nigga, she wasn't running
My life ain't a movie, it’s a series on Prime
I told Juan, feed me my own dick if I ever drop a dime
If niggas owe me and still ain't pay me, it's never mine
It's like a rollie on the ground, I ain't tripping over time
I ain't tripping on 50, all that shit I left behind
Ain't tripping on Interscope for that slave deal that I signed
I gave 'em five albums, it was nine
In the contract, told Berman, “drop me or this fucking nine getting cocked back”
Been independent for ten summers, it’s like Ella Mai and Mustard
Big ass riding with me in his Hummer
Wish my nigga Vail could see me now
How you make it out of Compton and get murdered out of town
When I exit the 110 at Compton, I start cocking shit
Halloween ain't shit when you stuck at the light with a Compton crip
Niggas don't make it out
My grandma Lilly named me Game
But these two AK's ain't nothing to play about
I had a jumper and hoop dreams, but I couldn't wait it out
Wrote weed on my scholarship letters and took the paper route
Crips know where I stay every other day, had to spray it out
Compton sheriffs hit the crib, I’m hiding in the neighbor's house
Moms kicked me out, had to move all my shit to David house
His moms told me pull my own weight, here, weigh it out
That water boil, take it out
Professor clumps in that mason jar
Look like I'm having a sеizure when I shake it out
In thе trap trying to focus, writing raps on the sofa
Thought the house was tapped
Cause I can see antennas on the roaches
Niggas can't tell me nothing about being poor
Extendos on the phone cord
Pull that bitch from the kitchen to the front door
Seen one bullet, put a nigga under
Seen a nigga survive a whole clip with staples from his ear to his stomach
My uncle got stabbed, fucked up a whole summer
My sister got shot in the ass, my nigga, she wasn't running
My life ain't a movie, it’s a series on Prime
I told Juan, feed me my own dick if I ever drop a dime
If niggas owe me and still ain't pay me, it's never mine
It's like a rollie on the ground, I ain't tripping over time
I ain't tripping on 50, all that shit I left behind
Ain't tripping on Interscope for that slave deal that I signed
I gave 'em five albums, it was nine
In the contract, told Berman, “drop me or this fucking nine getting cocked back”
Been independent for ten summers, it’s like Ella Mai and Mustard
Big ass riding with me in his Hummer
Wish my nigga Vail could see me now
How you make it out of Compton and get murdered out of town
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