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Ft. Meek Mill

Politics as usual, them palm trees is beautiful
Crack rock lingering, fiends sucking they cuticles
Wear the wrong colors 'round here, niggas is shooting ya
Niggas working out in them pens, stuck in they cubicles
Nigga, ya killing who? Street shit, me and Meek shit
Fuck wit him, fuck around and be yo funeral
Have yo mama 10 and 2, wit my homies spinning thru'
Drive-by, laying side by side as they viewing ya
Haa, cuz ya will ride fo' yo nigga, right?
Now wit hearses side by side, wit yo nigga right
Cuz it's been plenty nights I barely made it thru' this life
Niggas want to snatch my soul from me like I'm Jesus Christ
Compton, California, come and see what my city like
Babies losing hope when they see they momma hit the pipe
Rosecrans, Berks Street, niggas tryna murk me
God, it hit me first, G

This right here the soundtrack to a real nigga life
Coming from a city where they kill niggas like "La-da-da"
The soundtrack to a real nigga life
Coming from a city where they kill niggas like "La-da-da"

(Verse 2)
Uh, my dog doing life
Cuz he ain't had no safety like the Rams is secondary
And he come out in 2060, Nevuary, neva scared
Cuz I got real niggas errywhere
That will cut yo life short like it's February
Killer Cali, where them burnouts is necessary
Especially when the feds is tapping phones like secretaries
Shit real like 2Pac's obituary
Kill him, B.I.G. too, but they memory legendary
And where I'm from, ya get murdered like hereditary
They killed my homie, we came back like it was January
The first nigga aiming to murk, nigga
Fuck yo chain, want yo shoes, yo jean and yo shirt, nigga
Cuz it's cold out, fuck yo concert cuz ya sold out
Yo dad didn't teach ya all that shit ya sing that song 'bout
So what ya talking about?
Absolutely nothing, they ain't us, Meek, fuck 'em


From Philly to Compton, nigga
I fell in love wit these streets, I lost my niggas too
But I'll be damned I'll let one of ya niggas take my life

(Verse 3)
Meek, tell 'em that I'm back on my grizzly tho'
Most these rappers' life is like a fucking Miguel video
Compton killed eight of my niggas, but that's my city tho'
Yeah, we moving birds, but we throw 'em like a Frisbee tho'
Niggas selling flat-screens, 60 inch VIZIOZ
Blow on a stone, smoking chronic on commodes
Listening to Hov like "I got to get my weight up"
The system was made to break us, but they can't take us, no
And I know they hate us tho' cuz we really made it tho'
Balling like we Jordan, niggas shooting, try and fade me tho'
OG Bobby Johnson, .44 wit the potato nose
Turn ya mashed potato, bro, but it's all gravy tho'
I done been to church to masjid, it couldn't save me tho'
Shit, I got to save myself befo' I try to save a hoe
Fuck yo role model, it was gold bottles after the gold hollows


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