| I be going through some things, swear it hurts me
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| My little brother died right before my birthday, damn
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| And everybody telling me to chill, but how the fuck am I supposed to feel
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| I swear every time I lose a homie man I be sick
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| But I’m a loc, fucking nigga I be sea sick
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| I be hating on the low, that’s that weak shit
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| All you niggas throwing shots, I play defense
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| But the time gon come, you gon holler at me
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| A future legend in the game before ever cracking
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| Never been a bitch nigga, if you need it, what’s happening
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| Long as I got money in my pocket nigga I’m happy
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| I don’t politic, niggas looking for a sound, I don’t follow shit
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| I keep it Compton nigga, you’s a dummy, now I’m popping nigga
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| Welcome to this Comptonfornia nigga
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| Welcome to this Comptonfornia nigga
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| Welcome back, Comptonfornia nigga
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| This that fucking Comptonfornia nigga
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| Verse 2, I be killing it
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| Still AOB even if Joe ain’t feeling it
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| Villain hoody on my head, I be illing it
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| Next out the CPT, I’m really it
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| Bang YG shit, got love for Problem
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| K.Dot show me love, spit bats with Jabba
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| J3, Gutta popping nigga, case closed
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| Blue rag banging nigga, shout out Payso
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| AV told me run me my money
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| Been a fan of the game, fuck with me, blow money
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| It’s Comptown till the casket close
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| Keep it real in the set nigga, ask your ho
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| I ain’t never been a sucker, never been a buster
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| Popping in the streets, never had a beef with mustard
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| But that’s my nigga, don’t take it the wrong way
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| If you real in your city, fuck with me the long way |