Back home this time Cache for me Back home I feel like I want my own My time Back home they don't no need me Back home the want me to Believe in things, I told them no I told them no! Back home this time Cache for me Back home I feel like I want my own My time Back home they don't no need me Back home the want me to Believe in things, I told them no I told them no! (Jump)

Yeah Super Good Mmm Listen Summer in the wintertime Smoke back on this beat, act like it's dinnertime Four packs, no receipt, no LoJack, hold my heat in case I have to throw that in the river after sinner time Uh, I'm good, I'm good, I swear, I'm good, I ain't losing no sleep I'm hood, I'm Wood, I'm where I wanna be, see no defeat I pull that off the hip to shoot the shit that piss the vultures off The culture's in good hands, goddamn, that man is so in sync Uh, Justin Timberlake Seized planet, now good karma on my dinnerplate I played thе backup actor, actively soaked up that after my acumеn, ruder master flew to interspace Two times for niggas that ain't gon' lose Three times for niggas that break wrong rules One time for niggas that paid those dues Listen, if you ain't getting it, then shame on you, on you Girl, I'm tryna put this game on you Might fuck around, let me scribble my name on you, on you Seven figures, put my gang on too Fuck it, if you don't get it, it's a shame on you Uh, shame on Ooh, damn, ooh, damn, you can't put the blame on Nobody but who you see when you turn candleflame on And that window stain show reflection, please refrain from Projecting to protect you from accepting your name tarnished Bitch, you ain't farted Think you the shit, really this shit ain't for the faint hearted Think you've been hip, then take a two piece to your brain target Think you've been slick, the truth defines you reclining, you so lethargic Run that fade if you hate Uh, juice box, squeeze that Minute Maid, bust a grape Uh, rooftop, see, that chain is lame if it break Uh, goosebumps, leave that nigga dazed Put the Glock away and sock on they face, show your pain if you brave (Brave) Oops, I done did it again if you late Uh, roots run deeper than Hussein, who rang? I rock two chains, who bang? I block two lanes, Wu Tang Hop out and swing, true king, ask 'bout me Two times for niggas that ain't gon' lose Three times for niggas that break wrong rules One time for niggas that paid those dues Listen, if you ain't getting it, then shame on you, on you Girl, I'm tryna put this game on you Might fuck around, let me scribble my name on you, on you Seven figures, put my gang on too Fuck it, if you don't get it, it's a shame on you Far more than the minimum Finish him Throw hands, swing back like a pendulum To knock that racket, no Wimbledon In a long-sleeved Pendleton Where the palm tree, palm leaves give me shade Even when the fray leading brigades defending the innocent Threw pops in the penitentiary, incidentally, all his sons grew up to be gentlemen With a knack for the penciling Could scrap with the best of them Put one straight through your chest for them Boy, you ain't got no business fucking with these family ties, on my life, it's about to be a— Wait (Hold up) Boy, we don't leave no witness, word to Guinness, every record that we wrecking toting pistols It's incidental Two times for niggas that ain't gon' lose Three times for niggas that break wrong rules One time for niggas that paid those dues Listen, if you ain't getting it, then shame on you, on you Girl, I'm tryna put this game on you Might fuck around, let me scribble my name on you, on you Seven figures, put my gang on too Fuck it, if you don't get it, it's a shame on you

Supa Good We 'bout to get 'em high (High) This time is my time, we 'bout to get 'em high (High) We 'bout to get 'em high (High), high (High) We 'bout to get 'em high (High), high (High) Supa Good in this bitch, the 'Wood in this bitch 'Bout to school these niggas like only I could in this bitch Here by myself and I still got the whole hood in this bitch Claiming new stomping grounds, gon' leave my whole foot in this bitch Ankle-deep and it's painful My handkerchief is a spangled banner With the blood of black sons of slaves, uh Painting people's depictions Won't be no sequel, afflictions Made me the true nigga that I am today, uh Did my homework in class Walked the halls with no pass Eleventh grade, I had it made, held my balls when I laughed My older brother sang and SiR chose to ball for his pass I chose to get perfect grades and catch fades in the grass Seven Gang was the clique, it wasn't no Blood or no Crip Was more like fraternity ties mixed with bare knuckles and clips My big homie saw something in me, said fuck hitting licks and pistols Your test scores gon' hit the lick with pencils, teaching credentials I never got 'em, they said wasn't a problem I sent that application they said, "You start tomorrow, where else We gon' find a nigga black and fluent in Spanish? Might as well use it to our advantage" I went right back to Inglewood (Inglewood) Inglewood (Inglewood) Inglewood (Inglewood) Inglewood I'm from Inglewood (Inglewood), Inglewood Inglewood High (Inglewood, Inglewood) From Inglewood ('Wood) Inglewood ('Wood) Inglewood, Inglewood (Inglewood) Inglewood, Inglewood Inglewood High

Keep it 100, I be feelin' like who, who? Nobody These niggas finally understand when I land, I'm the man Fuck you thought this was? Nigga from Japan to the last Suckers know what's up, nigga, I'm praying they over-stand me Every kid need a hero, I'm trynna be uncle Stan Lee RIP, all I see is concrete Burned rubber glass scattered on the concrete I heard lover lives matter so when hearts leak Blood drippin' live patterns So my ink write in red when it splatter Don't flatter me, nigga Save your compliments Already know that my flow is bomb as shit We can toast to our old accomplishments But I'd rather coast, move forward and talk my shit They told me: Eat, smoke, take your time It's a long dinner Eat, smoke, take your time It's a long dinner Eat, smoke, take your time It's a long dinner It's one queen and a few brothers The last supper Keep it 100, I be feeling like Campbell's Soup over white rice Baked chicken with the skin off Lawry's with black pepper, I'm fully seasoned With half the effort, ask my nigga Bad Boy, I been on I'm a pit with a bunch of labs in the kennel Papa Sticks used to pour it back 'til he went on Drop a fifth and reach in a bag and make him pull out a sack To relax, and pass the blunt like communion I know we friends but nigga, Jesus was homies with Judas Don't be the nigga lookin' at your homeboy like "How could you do this?" Smile in your face then as soon as you walk away He wishin' you're ruined Now you lookin' foolish But still you say: Eat, smoke, take your time It's a long dinner Eat, smoke, take your time It's a long dinner Eat, smoke, take your time It's a long dinner Eat, smoke, take your time It's a long dinner Eat, smoke, take your time It's a long dinner Eat, smoke, take your time It's a long dinner Eat, smoke, take your time It's a long dinner Eat, smoke, take your time It's a long, yeah