I don’t read the XXL Told em 45 the church, think I'm destined for hell Blood tears off the face of my Jesus Piece It's bloodshed, feel the cracks of my city streets I'm from the crack of them city streets Used to sell crack in them city streets In a coma five days, life of a thug nigga Momma ain't show, grandma almost plugged the nigga
Used to pull the gun out, just because of cuz niggas Five shots to the head cause im a blood nigga Nothin brewing but soo(wooing) where the fuck im from You lucky if you make it out of Compton ask Andre Young
Smell the scent of dead bodies ridin down green leaf No peace so don't get caught up with no piece Fuck fat burger we cooking that real beef Momma's mourning they son im talking real grief
Real funerals and lost juveninals Trying to be generals be missing your dinner now (huh)
Say its a blessing when you die in ya sleep Cause the coroner don't need no sheets (capeesh) Stop playing, wrap him up in what he lay in Fold a nigga arms, now a caskets what he lay in Compton streets raised me Can't tell my grandma nothing bout her baby, you crazy
And when they ask you questions
I live this life at a pace that anyone can go Know your place and dedicate your role, to the faith that you'll die alone Trace your steps when I do step in a fire of broken bones And I require my hearts desire and when I reap what I sew
A cut for my dogs with a roof full of glass
But still I be feeling like none of my light never casts Out of that black cloud thats been watered down ever since my first chopper blast I'm not worried, even when discouraged Skirt off makin' them hurt I should have hurt them in a hurry Dirt off all under my fingers ? Shirt off when precersure, resitation came early I need you to keep queit as mouse Which is ironic cause rats is what I'm talking about I'm hearin the sonices of gun fire The whispers, the silent cries even though I know it's an eye for an eye
You promise not to tell