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 reppin' these cold streets
know we live by it
die by it
then reincarnate
and if game told me
drive by it