On Me - The Game/Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉马尔)

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 sh*t

Smoke chronic f**k b**ches ride around bouncin' sh*t

From impalas to that harley truck to dishraggin' b**ches

That was hard to f**k 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 sh*t

Cappin' at b**ches yeah my religion through songs and sh*t

On me that's on me

Raise up ni**a you are not the homie

B**ch 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

B**ch 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 f**k 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'

Ni**a 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 w**d and hennessy

I can pimp a butterfly for the energy

Game I need acapella

There I go give me a minute ni**a

About to hit a home run k dot grab the pennant ni**a

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 f**kin' with the lil' homie

Thinkin' back then like f**k your rules ni**a this is piru

Slide through with the erykah badu

West side compton ni**a don't mind if I do

From piru street to my old street

Ni**a 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 mothaf**ka

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 f**kin' 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 ni**a had in stock yes I did

Walked to compton hot pocket full of rocks yes I did

Skipped class yes I did whooped niggas a** yes I did

F**ked a b**ch behind the bleachers while on the rag that's on bloods

Westside that's on bloods this tec fly that's on bloods

You f**k 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 ni**a 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 ni**a you are not the homie