Leave the angels in the city" Tell them muthafuckas I'm forever paid California king, wrestle gators in the Everglades Drive up out that muthafuckin swamp in the Escalade So before you put that Red rag in your pocket I wanna see your fuckin resume Started off on Ground Zero, then I start to levitate Rip rappers a new asshole: I never hesitate Dre beats on, smoking that chronic just to meditate I'm a give em hurricanes until another Levee break You niggas is featherweights, I'm Aftermath's heavyweight Now Dre's weapon of mass destruction is 'bout to detonate When a nigga whack, found me shit, I was selling weight Now a nigga's selling millions, now it's time to celebrate Performing in front of millions, nigga, every race 6-4 in the '64, now watch the Chevy scrape 4th album, no 5 mics? Then let em hate But I'm not stopping til I'm the king in every state Recognize my life, ridicule my fight Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write Familiar with cartwright, cause I wrote that shot, I'm a raging bull When the needle drops. For the record, I'm a wreck it, even if my record don't pop I'm a tie a knot on a Downtown building Let it toll behind me tell em they can find me In the dark with the ghetto children Look at my heart, nigga fuck your feelings This is me! I'm sick of motherfuckers talking about "the West died" Can't you hear my heart beating? That's the motherfuckin West side, you test me, you test God I'm his son, it says in Psalms, you come at me Then I can split you with this Tommy gun You won't have time to run, I'm from the Compton slums And that's how the West ride I'm from the city where 2 of the best died Rest in peace to both of em, spit like I'm the ghost of em Damn, I said I spit like I'm the ghost of em Name your top 10, I'm harder than the most of em Matter of fact, shorten your list nigga, top 5 Game, Biggie, Hov, prolly Pac, Nas No particular order, bet a mil that I slaughter Serve niggas, give a fuck what you ordered How dare you niggas pop fly when I'm the nigga Sold 5 mil out the gate and numbers do not lie I gave you the Documentary, shit was a classic Gave you Doctor's Advocate, you ripped it out the package Came with LAX, since critics said it was average I was stressed the fuck out, torn between Aftermath and Geffen, Interscope, now I got you in the scope Spill the red ink on the paper, it's like my pen is broke And this is what you all been waiting for I'm the lost angel knocking on Satan's door What the fuck y'all take me for? I love you cause you hate me more I'm Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you 84 Shake you like Haiti's floor Walk up on you like "what's going on baby boy? " Shots in that Mercedes door Either I'm crazy, or the black Slim Shady, or That be the reason that Baby said he would pay me more But I still owe Jimmy one more album The best the West has ever seen - no disrespect to Calvin And I wear a pendant on my shoulder Soldier, like a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted Got pulled over, Johnny always lock a nigga down Knowing damn well we don't wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao Little nigga Mayweather size, ride like Pac in his prime Thug life is now on radar Til the federal come through and raid ours Reminiscing on the LA Raiders Was in my home, snapback fitted on my uncle's dome And I don't condone dickriding, I'm addicted to Westsiding, living in a city where the skinny niggas die And the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lion Trying, and I mean that shit Game came through, put the city on his back I was in the city, where a nigga had seen that shit "Compton! ", a nigga gotta scream that shit Never went commercial, Never T.V. screened that shit Can't block or screen that shit, now everybody seen that shit

Uh-uh, uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, yeah, like I ran out of tears when I was 18 So nobody made me but the main streets 'Cause too many people think they made me Well, if they really made me then replace me Homeless to Forbes List, these niggas bring no stress I feel like Moses, I feel like I'm chosen And if you ain't my nigga then your girl single to me I don't give a damn if a nigga said he knew me Grew up with no father so nobody ever "son" me My flow too sick, Kevin Costner couldn't touch me I know you wish that nobody ever love me I feel useless when I'm never makin' money Well, this the life we always fantasized Rich folk problem through a Queen Street nigga's eyes Every time you see me pullin' up in Aventadors Just know we been grindin' on them sidewalks Sidewalks saved my life They don't ever lie Sidewalks saved my life They showed me all the signs They don't let me down But they lead me on And they don't let me down But they lead me on And they lead me on Say, say, say I come from murder one, brung late night melee Say, say, say We hung all summer, sprung mattress with bae-bae Say, say, say Trippin' off Dyke, and my name strike with payday Say, say, say Flippin' blue lightnin', tightenin', strapped with AK Say, say, say OG one, told me one, show me one, eight ways How to segue, pussy, power, profit, and headache I reminisce my life innocence or life innocent or life intimate, with fame Light limo tint with light women, dark women in it, awe Kenny, good game She wanna hang with a Starboy The sun and the moon and star, boy Astronomer, anonymous I line 'em up, we grind 'em up, there's nine of us And five of us have probably fucked She mollied up, I tallied up all the parts, boy 20 legs, arms, head (head) Head, head, and more head (head) Oh, God, bless the dead (yah) I'm livin' life, high off life I wear my chokes off to bed I'm the greatest nigga, why you scared to say it? I wanna rock, I wanna rock I wanna cop more land, I never stop I wanna quick advance on a bill if it ain't one Break everythin', I'm a hustler, came from Sidewalks saved my life (sidewalks saved my life) They don't ever lie Sidewalks saved my life (sidewalks saved my life) They showed me all the signs They don't let me down But they lead me on And they don't let me down But they lead me on And they lead me on

Oh no no Oh no no Oh no no Oh no no Back when Dot was hangin' 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 Back when my drivers license, was baby faced 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 Everyday 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 king stuffin', double up my plantation with dollar Every dream is such reality, my deja vu done caught up Bitch I'm brought up with the homies, that's on me 24/7, Kendrick revvin' 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 better me won It ain't no better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me nothin' Nigga it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done, BLAOW! Oh man, you thought these niggas with attitude would show gratitude Fooled you From 2015 to infinity it's still bomb weed and Hennessy I can pimp a butterfly for the energy Game I need acapella 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 blockin' sentries, 16 Impalas They bounce like they Iguodala That's on my mama, niggas up and did me a solid I put that on me, that's on me You get a bullet fuckin' with the lil' homie Thinkin' back then like fuck your rules, nigga this is Piru Slide through with 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 sweatin' us niggas like a headband Like what's up cuz (Yo dawg where you from?) No time to stop and think Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you blink Straight outta Compton, 3 times I told you The third time I said it with TDE mothafucka I'll make you eat every letter Spoonfeed you 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 slangin' 8 balls on the corner And all them niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner Call the coroner, niggas dead out here Hangin' onto life by a thread out here Them niggas wearin' all that red out here P snapbacks on niggas heads out here So don't you come fuckin' with 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 your 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 rag That's on Bloods Westside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on Bloods You fuck with Dot, I'll let you choke on your blood I put that... On me, that's on me On me, that's on me On me, that's on me Raise up, nigga you 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 you are not the homie