What money got to do it When I don't know the full of a rap image? I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I proud to admit it Institutionalized, I keep runnin' back for a up Get it I said I'm trapped inside the and I ain't proud to admit it Institutionalized, I still kill me a nigga, so what?
If I was the I'd pay my rent my homies and them Bulletproof my Chevy Lay in the White and get high, Lord Who ever Master take the off me
Life can be like a box of Quid pro quo, somethin' for somethin', that's the Oh shit, flow's so sick, don't you it my style, you're salmonella poison positive I can just alleviate the rap industry Milk the game up, never lactose The remainder of real shit, you know the obvious Me scholarship? No, put me through colleges Be all you can be, true, but the is A dream's only a dream if work don't it Remind me of the that used to know me, now follow this I'll tell you my hypothesis, I'm just way too loyal K would do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually you're never But somethin' came you once I took you to the fuckin' BET Awards You lookin' at artists the harvests So many Rollies around you and you all of them told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry I should've listened what my said to me
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass Shit don't change you get up and wash your ass Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass Oh now, slow
And once upon a time in a city so Called Side Compton, there stood a little nigga He was 5 something, God bless the kid his homie to the show and this is what they said
Fuck am I 'posed to do when I'm lookin' at licks? The talk 'bout matchin', money and foreign whips The private jets and passports, glass floor Gold bottles, gold models, up the ass for Instagram flicks, suck a dick, is this? One suck away from wavin' flashy wrist My defense tell me to get him, quickly because he got it It's the recession, then why the fuck he in of Diamonds? No more livin' poor, my .44 I see 'em, put the per diem on the floor Now Kendrick, they're your co-workers But it's gon' take a lot for this pistol go turkey Now I can his watch on the TV and be okay But see I'm on the clock that watch landin' in LA Remember steal from the rich and givin' it to the poor? that's me at these awards I my grandmama was warnin' a boy She
Shit change until you get up and wash your ass nigga Shit don't change until you get up and wash ass Shit don't change until you get up and wash ass nigga Oh now, slow
And once upon a in a city so divine Called West Compton, there stood a little nigga He was 5 something, dazed and confused Talented but still the neighborhood ruse You can take your boy out the hood but you can't the hood out the homie Took his show money, it in the mozey wozey nervous Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for service