Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton With a militant mindset and an innocent conscience He got into some nonsense Nigga jumped in the car with a strap out Just got done mixin' dope in the trap house, black out Back out, rags out, stack house, tap out Trigger finger itchy, lookin' for opps In the city where these niggas do not Fuck around when they holdin' them Glocks Drop the top while you ride in the drop In the kitchen like we know Betty Crock' Cook the dope, take it out of the pot Rock it up then we back on the block Niggas jaw-jackin' while the cars passin' Started jackin' Dickies, that's our fashion Turn the lights off when in lost fashion Niggas in the field, playin' all Madden Assassin, we back-to-back in Impalas and Cadillac Escalate us, matte black with cactus sticks Hangin' out the back of it Niggas don't know the half of it We come through like we cappin' shit Ski maskin' shit, click-clack and shit All in your mail, open packages On this Compton shit, demonish it Chronic kicks with confidence, ominous Obviously, probably be high as fuck And that's why we trippin', I'ma mind this shit Running over prominent neighborhoods just to bring our mama shit Dominant niggas shit, they gon' wish they Left us on the biggest continent Hood politics, the drama gets sticky Hollow tips, I'm lettin' off fifty Out of it 'cause I'm ridin' round tipsy Promise this is payback for Nipsey Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton Through a rag in his pocket and start callin' it Bompton He was nickel and dimin', it was the sign of the times when Nigga had to take a deep breath I tried walkin' straight past him, I see T-Flats and they askin' I got on my kakis, my rag is hangin' out the back under my backpack And all my homies in a casket That's why I'm standin' in the Gap with this ratchet Tryna get to Tams after that walk, all the way to Athens So what the fuck is up? My knuckles up My daddy always told me that I had to toughen up I got my hat backwards and the strap back in I ain't had a thought if they was buckled up I've been outside since I was jumped in In my hood, they call that Double Dutch This Cedar Block where heaters pop And we catch fades, come get this uppercut Back home with the lights off and the roaches Can't write shit, can't rap, can't focus Got blunt burns in my grandma sofa I'm hopin' I don't end up hopeless Used to play ball, dribble the rock and fuck roaches Stack bread whether or not it got molded IRS circle the block, it's not over Ain't lettin' niggas get shot without motives All dead niggas' blocks we drive over Never look back or stop for y'all vultures Drive straight over the top of y'all Focus Ready or not, we 'bout to take over We soldiers, hold 'em, not fold 'em, boulders is rollin' like Otis Tempted to take the controller out your hand, fuck my composure Windows get rolled down, we smokin', enemies, opps and whoever Outside, no matter the weather, handguns is light as a feather Fly off the handle, you die, no, we ain't waitin' to ride We cop your slice of the pie and tell 'em they spacin' the sky Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Bompton With a flow like a monster who was movin' that contraband Damn, y'all niggas is sick You bet' not hold your breath in this bitch Pressin' the issue, new vet, I'ma show you what the shit do New TEC and it's military issue, see blood so it definitely hit you Ayy, Blood, what they do with all the tissue? Pass around at the funeral, it's unusual To see his opps standin' in the background, laugh now No pat downs, I'm in here with the strap now Blatt, blatt, blatt, brratt, it's a wrap, niggas ain't comin' back It's a wrap, you can tell 'em, I said it Nigga been dead and we still ain't dead it And the whole block live, ten Glock .9s Everybody on they lives, nigga My team vs. your team They don't want a sofa, tell 'em take a dive, nigga Black lives matter, don't they? But niggas kill niggas, won't they? Pull up on the corner, leave you laid out Next to the lady sellin' alote It's "Gang gang" 'til it's time to roleplay He was ballin' at a nigga, OJ We in and out and we ain't have to crochet I'm a small criminal, Annie, are you okay? I was robbin' niggas, I was jackin' for beats I was baldhead when my khakis creased Jumpin' over fences, what the athletes feed? I was onto Compton, I was packin' heat Never met D-Wade yet, never hit the 101 Freeway yet In the game but ain't say EA yet, Outkast ain't made 3K yet I was in your house, like-

Melly the menace I got out my bag and I went and got me Fucked up environment That's what JGreen said, that's what he said, hey She swallows that dick like a vitamin Young nigga world Melly the menace Fucked up environment (King Wonka beats), hey Bitch, I'm a menace, I shoot on school premises, fuck the environment (fuck the environment) Bitch, I'm from Gifford, that K A to G, that's a fucked up environment (fucked up environment) Chain got attached to more, 3.14, pussy boy ain't no pie in me (no pie in me) Chopper diminish your organs, your penance if you ever lie to me Just like a jail, we gon' sentence him, capture his soul and replenish him (oh, oh, oh) Don't give no fuck 'bout a friend, and fuck that lil' jit, I ain't kin to him (fuck that hoe) Wrap his ass up like salami, and chop his ass up, now we blendin' him (blendin' him) Cook his ass up, we gon' chemist him, ooh, get at him Scorpio move with the stick We gon' catch his ass slippin' and then we gon' finish him (get over here) Break his ass down and diminish him Don't give no fucks 'bout offendin' him These hoes are just alike, I swear they got all of these bitches still synonym Lil biddy bitch, you an antonym (antonym, bitch) How in the fuck is you friends with them? (Friends with the bitch) Bitch, I'm a thug, not a gentleman (facts, facts) Swallow my dick like some cinnamon Swallow my dick like some dinner, man (facts, facts) Fuck Donald Trump and George Zimmerman (uh, uh) Fuck Donald Trump and George Zimmerman Ooh, bitch ass nigga don't want no problems Bitch, I'm a menace, I shoot on school premises, fuck the environment (fuck the environment) Glock on my waist, with your bitch in my face, I'm like, "Fuck the society" (fuck the society) You don't want beef, we pull up with them sticks And you gotta go fire him (fire the bitch) I do not care what you talkin' about, all these bitches desire me (bitches desire me) Taraji P. Henson, your bitch gon' Empire me (gon' Empire me) She suck on my neck and my dick, she vampire me (vampire me, bitch) I fuck with JGreen 'cause I know he won't lie to me I fuck with Sakchaser, I know he gon' ride for me We hit a lick for ten bands, that shit like hittin' the lottery (lottery, bitch) We sendin' shots at your man, we do not send no apologies (apology, bitch) I am so high in the sky, think I can study for astrology (astrology, bitch) Bitch ass nigga do not want no beef And he know that I'm straight out the pot with it Oh, oh, straight out the pot with it Oh, Jay Rich go out with Young Malo Yeah, bitch, I'm straight out the pot with it JGreen won't stop, he keep on beatin' the pot JGreen won't stop, he keep on beatin' the pot Fuck is that young nigga talkin' 'bout? Know that my Glock will demolish him (demolish you, bitch) Pull-up on him and we moppin' then wet his ass up then we polish him (toom, toom-toom) Seen his ass all in public, must've thought that I was gon' say, "Hi" to him (hi to the bitch) I just pulled up, put that fire to him (fire to him) You ridin' with him, then you die with him Fuck what they talkin' 'bout? Pull-up and air it out (air that shit out, bitch) Location turned off, you don't know 'bout our whereabouts (nothin' 'bout my whereabouts, bitch) These bitches opinions somethin' I don't care about (about the bitch) Traphouse, got the baseheads runnin' in and out (in and out the bitch) I was losin' in the race, fuck nigga look who winnin' now (look who winnin', bitch) Run up the money, we run up the commas now (run up the commas now) Givenchy steppin', Louis Ferragamo now (fuck up a check) Don't fuck on these bitches, we fuck on these bitches' mamas now