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(feat. GoldLink)

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Yeah, that’s right
Work them heels and you graduated college, got a job last year
Bad pretty black chick, bad with her friends, with her new man in the back of a black Benz
Got new dreams and you mean with the jeans
Watchu mean, watchu say, watchu mean what I say?
Doublin’ up your worth, whatchu want from the boy?
Runnin’ to get the ring and I told all my boys
So, pack up the aunties, pack up the nieces
Call all of your nephews, hit up my tika
Tell her that I can’t come around no mo’
When the sun don’t shine round the year no more
Northside hitter ain’t in the north no more
And I ain’t going back to being broke no more, ah
Real shit, I’mma keep with the boys
I’mma keep words soft
Fuck it homie, roll dat dope shit
Baby let me, then I grow shit
Glowed up, got me fitted like a glow stick
Uh, but that’s okay ’cause I’ma dance through the pain
No addition like a stamp through the brain

[Verse 2: Khalid]
Can you feel this energy?
This is the start of something great
We might… be a little late… hey
Hey, but at least we’re on our way
You got too much time to waste
Focusing on what people say
They might not like that we’ve arrived
But we’re here to stay

[Pre-Chorus: Khalid]
Leave your sorrow on the table
Pick up your worries and throw them out the window
You don’t gotta let your friends know
There’s so much trouble to get into

[Chorus: Khalid]
Let’s go, let go
Let’s go, let go

[Verse 2: Khalid]
I got a blacked out Chevrolet
You don’t have a destination
Traveling where the wind will take us
That might be from place to place
Oh shit, I just graduated
I don’t have any obligations
So let’s have a little fun
Go ‘head and drop all the relations

[Pre-Chorus: Khalid]
Leave your sorrow on the table
Pick up your worries and throw them out the window
You don’t gotta let your friends know
There’s so much trouble to get into

[Chorus: Khalid]
Let go, let go
Let’s go, let’s go
So let’s go, let’s go
Let go, let’s go

[Intro]
Compton, Compton, Compton
Ahh, real Compton city G’s
Ahh, real Compton city G’s
Ahh, real Compton city G’s
Ahh, real Compton city G’s

[Verse 1: Eazy-E]
Hey yo, Doctor, here’s another proper track
And it’s phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real stuff provoke
See, you’s a wannabe ‘loc, and you’ll get smoked, and I hope
That the fans understand when you talk about sprayin’ me
The same records that you makin’ is payin’ me
M–f– Dre! M–f– Snoop! M–f– Death Row!
Yo, and here comes my left blow
‘Cause I’m the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real Compton city G’s in
You’re like a kid, you found a pup, and now you’re dapper
But tell me, where the hell you found that anorexic rapper?
Talkin’ about who you gon’ squabble with and who you shoot
You’re only sixty pounds when you’re wet and wearin’ boots
(Damn, E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day)
But Dre Day only meant Eazy’s payday
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she-thang
So, sucka please, suck please
Don’t step to these real Compton city G’s

[Hook]
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What’s up?)
Boy, you should’ve known by now

[Verse 2: Dresta]
Every day it’s a new rapper claimin’ to be dapper than the Dresta
Softer than a girl but portray the role of gangsta
Ain’t broke a law in your life
Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife
Just take a good look at the brother and you’ll capture
The fact that the bastard is simply just an actor
Who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental
Of homies in Compton, Watts, and South Central
Never ever once have you ran with the turf
But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt
But tell me, who’s a witness to your damn work?
So you never had no bid’ness, so save the drama, jerk!
Brothers straight kill me, knowin’ that they pranksters
This is goin’ out to you studio gangstas
See, I did dirt, put in work, and many brotherss can vouch that
And since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that
But brother like you, I gotta hate ya
‘Cause I’m just tired of suburbia brothers
Talkin’ about they come from projects
Knowin’ you ain’t seen no parts of the streets, G
I think you started tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty
Wearin’ khakis and mob while you rhyme
Little — tried to sag, but you’re floodin’ at the same time
And your set don’t accept ya; scared to kick it with your homies
‘Cause you know they don’t respect ya
So, brother please, brother please
Don’t step to these real Compton city G’s

[Verse 3: B.G. Knocc Out]
Well, it’s the Knocc Out, definition “Original baby gangsta”
Approach me like you hard, little busta, I’ma bank ya
Shank ya, with my damn shank, if I have to
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are really actors
Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters
But this time you’re dealin’ with some real ass brothers
G’s, fools please, don’t try to step
See if you do, then a pealed cap is all that would be left
See, young brotherss like me will break you off somethin’
Claimin’ my city — but Dre, you ain’t from Compton
Suckers like y’all is what I call wannabes
And ain’t shit compared to real Compton city’ G’s

[Hook]
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What’s up?)
Boy, you should’ve known by now

[Verse 4: Eazy-E]
I never met a O.G. who never did nothing wrong
You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now, sucka, it’s on
You and your Doggy Dogg think that y’all hoggin’ it
Both of you bitches can come and suck my doggy’s —
Beatin’ up a bitch don’t make you it, but then again
Some niggas think it makes a man
Damn, it’s a trip how Dre could switch so quick
From wearin’ lipstick to smokin’ on — at picnics
And now you think you’re bigger
But to me you ain’t nothin’ but a track-ass busta
That ain’t worth a food stamp
And at Death Row, I hear you gettin’ treated like boot camp
Gotta follow your sergeant’s directions
Or get your ass popped with the Smith & Wesson
Learn a lesson from the Eaze
Stay in your place and don’t step to real Compton city G’s

[Hook]
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What’s up?)
Boy, you should’ve known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What’s up?)
Boy, you should’ve known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What’s up?)
Boy, you should’ve known by now: Eazy Duz It

[Chorus]
Started with a dream, that’s all I ever had yeah
Haters talking ’bout me I done made ’em mad, yeah
Now all I know is count my blessings count this cash, yeah
Too paid to chase a bitch so I’ma chase a bag, yeah
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag, yeah [x2]
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag
Chase a bag, yeah yeah, chase a bag, yeah

[Verse 1]
Started with a dream, now I swear to God I’m winning
I come from the bottom, nigga, look how my pockets sittin’
$50,000 in ’em, been chasing that bag since a youngin’
Cops and robbers, nigga
We chase a bag, yeah, we make ’em mad, yeah
We all lit around this bitch laser tag yeah
I count my blessings twice before I bless the mic
I check a bag yeah like I’m catching flights
I’m in my bag right now, I think they mad right now
See I was running round wild, could have fouled out
Ooh child, things are gonna get a little easier
Had to fix the antenna so the TV worked
Invested with the money off the weed he served
From the bottom had to grind ’til everything reversed
Word

[Chorus]
Started with a dream, that’s all I ever had yeah
Haters talking ’bout me I done made ’em mad, yeah
Now all I know is count my blessings count this cash, yeah
Too paid to chase a bitch so I’ma chase a bag, yeah
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag, yeah [x2]
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag
Chase a bag, yeah yeah, chase a bag, yeah

[Verse 2]
Life’s way too short to take a break I had to make a way
Didn’t wait for nothing, I got shit done
Fuck niggas can’t relate
I sold more zips to niggas in the ‘hood than Bathing Ape
I got that swag I’m in my bag just call me Jake The Snake
They talk that shit but show respect
When we meet face-to-face
Might teach they ass about subtraction when I take away
From the bottom like some roots
Yeah me and God been in cahoots
My mama told me lock shit down
I said I will just like a boot
I’m like 2Pac I got the juice
And bitch I got more kicks than Bruce
I’m in Balmain bitch fuck a suit
I slide LVs all through my loops
I’m fresh as hell I’m bustin’ moves
Gettin’ to dough just like a coupe
I been had hoes like I was Luke
Your hoe wanna blow me like a nuke
She said she’ll blow me like some soup
I told her blow me like a flute
Then she blew on me like I’m Duke
Gave me top just like a roof
If you want beef that’s on my daughter
Like Kyle Korver I’ma shoot
This rapper smoke shit like he Snoop
Then get right back to the loot

[Chorus]
Started with a dream, that’s all I ever had yeah
Haters talking ’bout me I done made ’em mad, yeah
Now all I know is count my blessings count this cash, yeah
Too paid to chase a bitch so I’ma chase a bag, yeah
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag, yeah [x2]
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag
Chase a bag, yeah yeah, chase a bag, yeah

I put in that work young nigga livin’ his dreams
I came out them trenches like Sting
Remember them days when I used to sit on them swings
And watch niggas dealin’ to fiends
They served to my mama wish I had a burner to pop ’em
You don’t know the feeling it brings
I feel like the Hulk I used to have rips in my jeans
But I had to get to the green
I swallowed the odds, because I’m anointed with God
The devil can’t get in between
Gripping my chrome while I sit on my throne
Tell them niggas come on ain’t no killin’ the king
You’ll die in the summer for talking that shit in the spring
So fall down like you sipping that lean
If you ain’t from here you the visiting team
You gon’ leave in a stretcher ain’t no limousine
Brace yourself for the truth it may hurt a bit
The good thing about pain is you learn from it
Make sure your desire survives through the fire
The disappointment and discouragement
Better move like you know what your purpose is
Never say die, learn to fly through that turbulence
Stop placing the blame you say it’s God’s
But really you don’t know whose word it is
Gotta know who the serpent is know they oppress us
That bitch got more game than a tournament
In the church is the prayer from your preacher
That’s program gets paid to perform at the services
If it ain’t ether cancel it verses ain’t tampered with
Rap god and my word is permanent
I pack heat in my head like a perm in it
So you know how I roll like a percocet
One thing for certain is whoever purchased this
Gone say it’s worth it he murdered it
Don’t forget so we know what we working with
If they try it we riot like Ferguson
Earthquake so I step on your stomping grounds
When it come to my kids I don’t fuck around
Do whatever then I hear they stomach growl
Play with mine you gon’ learn how that thunder sounds
Bitch you better be real good at ducking down
Before you know what it’s like to sleep underground
If you’d like then my .40 could dumb it down
I’m so cold I could cool any summer down
Took my time gave it thought like a chess move
Weigh my options then go make my best move
I do this shit for my fam
I took that shot for my blood like a flesh wound
Never answering questions no press room
Talking foul might get hit with this tech soon
So don’t get me pissed ’cause I’ll go do that shit
And then go wash my hands like a restroom
Give your bitch the business like a manager
Pussy pink beat it up ’til it’s lavender
How I fuck she gon’ think he was amateur
I don’t smoke I don’t drink I got stamina
I’m a boss I got all of the sauce
So these hoes in my face want a taste like a sampler
Tell my haters they not my of caliber
I get checks on you squares like a calendar
Bitch I ate off the web no tarantula
Dragon spit now I’m rich as a Lannister
I am killing all rappers it’s massacre
When I drop yo’ Baywatch like she Pamela
Better get out or dodge I ain’t talkin’ ’bout cars
When I tell you I’m whippin’ all challengers
I held onto the Lord and I felt the support
Every step of the way like a banister
Life’s a bitch but I know how to handle her
I stay strapped down to ride like a passenger
And I’m good with the mop and if I spot a opp
I hop clean on his ass like a janitor
So you better wise up ’cause it’s overdue
Be a fan of reality know the truth
Go look far and look deep like an ocean view
But be cautious when they cannot show you proof
When it seems like it’s hell that you going through
And them devil’s demons got a hold of you
Gotta let ambition take control of you
Watch God open that door and then show for you
So just embrace the pain
And smile in the face of the rain
When them clouds coming over you
And watch who you selling to, not only that, man
You gotta watch who’s on that boat with you
And if they didn’t roll with you
Don’t let them roll with you
Listen, I do not mean smoke with you
And it don’t mean a nigga won’t snitch
Just because he was broke with you
And he would blow for you
I’ve seen niggas tell on they homies
Just ’cause they’d feel better
If it was the both of you
And yeah, you love your family and friends
But sometimes it’s important
To let them hear no from you
I stay ready whenever I’m rolling through
When a snake has no options he’ll go for you
Rap god I’m goat to you, bringing that dope to you
You niggas wish that I wrote for you
Started rapping with bro like I’m Outkast
Do a show then I feed my account cash
I came up off the floor like a bounce pass
So don’t call me unless it’s about cash
I’m fucking eating no Ramadan
I fucked a Muslim on Ramadan
I was trapping wasn’t working no nine to five
The pizza I was selling wasn’t no Papa John’s
Selling with my niggas like I’m a star
Guns and drugs was the shit that we idolized
I stay ready to blow and this shit not for sure
Bitch I fire up this pole then I’m popping mine
No talking no sparking there’s blood everywhere
So you already knowing what’s popping, slime
I’ll teach you a lesson with my Smith & Wesson
Boy, don’t make me take you to Columbine
Y’all know how I’m rocking
My rocket got 34 haters
I’m Hakeem Olajuwon
When I slide I’ma blow like a hockey ref
Put his ass in the box if he out of line
Rap god the phenomenon God is my confidant
I’m way too smart to run out of lines
You’ll never see me like Conor McGregor vs. Mayweather in the octagon
I just take names like a dotted line, then go kill everyone I could find
Niggas don’t wanna see me like father time, pulling up in that van like a soccer mom
Sliding drums in my guns when it’s choppa time, then I let that bitch sing like it’s Chaka Khan
My K waving hello, I stay with the metal, was raised in the ghetto
I ain’t finna settle, I came here to bless you
Let’s pray for the devil, he ain’t on my level

[Outro]
Moment of silence, let’s pray for the blind
Someone you never met is who made up your mind
See the way you designed, ain’t the way of the wise
And the way you designed, ain’t the way to survive
It’s either one of two things
Jesus Christ ain’t ever coming or he just like taking his time
Told you earthlings to obey your earthly master
Boy, you don’t see the hate in the lies?
And to fear him and tremble as if he was Christ
That ain’t godly that’s Satan disguised

[Intro]
All she do is get cash like a fuckin’ check
And make ’em take it out like a fuckin’ ref

[Chorus]
She got her dough up, yeah she got her dough up
She got her dough like a Lambo
And you know how we rockin’, you ain’t from the bottom
You probably wouldn’t understand though
Whenever she dance though, they letting bands go
She pick it up off the damned floor
Then she bring it to daddy then sit on my pipe like a bike
And she ride with no hands though
She like to ride with no hands
She like to she like to ride with no hands though
I make her come fast like a Lambo
She like to ride on my dick like a Lambo
She like to ride with no hands
She like to she like to ride with no hands though
So when we get done countin’ these bands though
She gone ride daddy dick like a Lambo

[Verse 1]
She poppin’ that pussy she poppin’ that pussy
Like she got unlimited ammo
Ass perfect and fat and she twerking
It’s cappin’ she workin’ at Magic Orlando
Her family be trippin’ because she be strippin’
But really they don’t understand though
How shorty be workin’ that pole
Is like watching Beethoven up on the piano
Me and shorty got one thing in common (What’s that?)
We got money off the damn floor
I let her wear my bandana
Then came out that water
Bustin’ like I’m Rambo
These bitches be on me I’m looking like money
They want [!]
Got these bitches wonderin’ if that’s a dick print
Or a gun in my pants though
I am not with the flaugin’, no camo
I’m in my bag like I sack race
You say you gone ride but you all caps
I’m deletin’ your type like a backspace
She droppin’ that ass like it’s heavy
She make my D jump like a [!]
We cut no machete, step in with that strap
No Giuseppe, been saucing on ’em like spaghetti
I ball out like Fetty

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Shorty’s a keeper, she shake that ass like a seizure
Come home and blow like a speaker
Blowin’ like reefer, cold with the top like a freezer
She know all my spots like a cheetah
She throw it back, I catch it like a receiver
She like me ’cause I go deeper
She follow my lead
We been on the same track like a feature
Might have to lick her like tequila (woo, woo!)
That’s my lil’ baby she say that she love it
Whenever I FaceTime and call her
That pussy be drippin’ it’s water
When we be fuckin’ she let me record her
I got good D I’m a baller
Titties ‘n ass in this bitch like Tha Carter
I’m in the walls like a charger
Shorty ride me ’til I bust like a charter
Her sauce on infinity pussy [!]
Titan, no she’s not from Tennessee
Her co-workers feelin’ me but she ain’t worried
She schoolin’ them bitches, assembly
‘Cause she like [!] bounce like a pogo
Shorty go down and come up like a yo-yo
Go nuts like a low blow
Just like a locksmith
My baby gettin’ to that dough, though