On Me The Game (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)

[Produced by Bongo]

[Intro]
(Gunshot)
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[Verse 1: The Game]
Back when Dot was hangin' out at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them Chronic instrumentals, no pens and pencils
I was out there Bloodin' like a menstrual
With a Backwood clinched between my dentals, way back when
When we was outside with the indo
Hotboxin' rentals in front of Centennial
Remedial thoughts, never thought that I would amount to shit
"Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride around bouncin'" shit
From Impalas to that Harley truck, to dishraggin' bitches
That was hard to fuck, I came up, it was hardly luck
Just left Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
What a day, what a day

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Back when my driver's license was babyfaced and triflin'
I made my way through crisis, I made my tape
And recorded portraits in front of sirens, I made you hate the vibrant
You can't escape the tyrant, you can't relate where I've been
In '98, my problem: actin' too grown and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah, my religion through songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch, I’m well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin' with Tetris if your block neglectin' your ki
Every day, I wake up with my face up to my Father
Makin' sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seed and harvest
All my green and stuff and double up my plantation with dollar
Every dream is such reality, my déjà vu done caught up
Bitch, I'm brought up with the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reverend these cold streets
Dog, we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I raise AK
Ain't no shame on it, cry about it, fuck that, I play
Like no name on it, blindsided, ain't no one safe
Documentary had identities of where I'm from
Therefore, my energy had to make sure the better me won
It ain't no better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me nothin'
Nigga, that's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done, BLAOW!