The Game - On Me Lyrics

(Produced by Bongo 'The Drum Gahd')
Ft. Kendric Lamar

(Verse: The Game)
Back when Dot was hanging at Top's in the Benzo
Freestyling to them Chronic instrumentals
No pens and pencils, I was out there Blooding like a menstrual
Wit a Backwood clinched between my dentals
Way back when, when we was outside wit the indo
Hotboxing rentals in front of Centennial
Remedial thoughts, neva thought that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride around bouncing shit
From Impalas to that Harley truck
To dish ragging 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 drivers license, was baby faced and trifling
I made my way thru' crisis
I made my tape and recorded portraits in front of sirens
I made ya hate the vibrant, ya can't escape the tyrant
Ya can't relate where I've been
In '98 my problem, acting too grown and shit
Capping at bitches, yeah my religion thru' songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga, ya are not the homie
Bitch I’m well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumbling wit Tetris if yo block neglecting yo ki
Everyday I wake up wit my face up to my father
Making sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seed
 and harvest
All my king stuffing, double up my plantation wit dollar
Every dream is such reality, my deja vu done caught up
Bitch I'm brought up wit the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick repping these cold streets
Know 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'll 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 betta me won
It ain't no betta one, son, it ain't no telling me nothing
Nigga it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done

(Interlude: Kendrick Lamar)
Oh man, ya thought these niggas wit attitude would show gratitude
Fooled ya
From 2015 to infinity it's still bomb weed and Hennessy
I can pimp a butterfly for the energy
Game I need acapella

(Verse 3: Game)
There I go, give me a minute, nigga
'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant, nigga
Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay Leno them
Got my mom a tennis bracelet, Wimbledon of Wilmington
Now can I rap for a minute? Black on the track for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No Limit
Ain't no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my first year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm blocking sentries, 16 Impalas
They bounce like they need a dollar
That's on my mama, niggas up and did me a solid
I put that on me, that's on me
Ya get a bullet fucking wit the lil' homie
Thinking back then like fuck yo rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide thru' wit the Erykah Badu
West side Compton, nigga don't mind if I do
From Piru Street to my old street
Nigga this Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of dead friends
Round here Crips be sweating us niggas like a headband
Like what's up cuz
(Yo, dog, where ya from?) No time to stop and think
Pull yo strap before they do or ya get shot before ya blink
Straight outta Compton, three times I told ya
The third time I said it wit TDE mutherfucker
I'll make ya eat every letter
Spoonfeed ya niggas like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more slanging eight balls on the corner
And all them niggas I used to freestyle wit, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hanging onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearing all that red out here
P snapbacks on niggas heads out here
So don't ya come fucking wit the little homie
So OG they call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red bandana legit
My uncle told me before he died, 'Just keep yo hand on the brick'
So I did, sell every chicken that a nigga had in stock, yes I did
Walked to Compton, hot pocket full of rocks, yes I did
Skipped class, yes I did, whooped niggas ass, yes I did
Fucked a bitch behind the bleachers while on the grass, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on Bloods
Ya fuck wit Dot, I'll let ya choke on yo blood
I put that

(Hook: Kendrick Lamar)
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga ya are not the homie
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga ya are not the homie

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