Soundtrack (Feat. Game)

Politics as usual, them palm trees is beautiful Crack rock lingerin', fiends suckin' they cuticles Wear the wrong colors 'round here, niggas is shootin' you Niggas workin' out in them pens, stuck in they cubicles Nigga, you killin' who Street shit, me and Meek shit Fuck with him, fuck around and be your funeral Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through Drive by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you Ha, cause you will ride for your nigga, right Now with hearses side by side, with your nigga right Cause it been plenty nights I barely made it through this life Niggas want to snatch my soul from me like I'm Jesus Christ Compton, California, come and see what my city like Babies losin' hope when they see they momma hit the pipe Rosecrans, Berks Street, niggas tryin' to murk me God, it hit me first, G This right here the soundtrack to a real nigga life Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like La da da, la da da The soundtrack to a real nigga life Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like La da da, la da da Uh, my dog doin' life Cause he ain't had no safety like the Rams' secondary And he come out in 2060, Nevuary, never scared Cause I got real niggas everywhere That'll cut your life short like it's February Killer Cali, where them burnouts is necessary 'Specially when the feds is tappin' phones like secretaries Shit real like 2Pac's obituary Kill him, BIG too, but they memory legendary And where I'm from, you get murdered like hereditary They killed my homie, we came back like it was January The first nigga aimin' to murk, nigga Fuck your chain, want your shoes, your jean and your shirt, nigga Cause it's cold out, fuck your concert cause you sold out Your dad didn't teach you all that shit you sing that song 'bout So what you talkin' about Absolutely nothin', they ain't us, Meek, fuck 'em, cause This right here the soundtrack to a real nigga life Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like La da da, la da da The soundtrack to a real nigga life Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like La da da, la da da From Philly to Compton, nigga I fell in love with these streets, I lost my niggas too But I'll be damned I'll let one of you niggas take my life Meek, tell 'em that I'm back on my grizzly though Most these rappers' life is like a fuckin' Miguel video Compton killed eight of my niggas, but that's my city though Yeah, we movin' birds, but we throw 'em like a Frisbee though Niggas sellin' flat screens, sixty inch VIZIOs Blow on a stone, smokin' chronic on commodes Listenin' to Hov like I got to get my weight up The system was made to break us, but they can't take us, no And I know they hate us though cause we really made it though Ballin' like we Jordan, niggas shootin', try and fade me though OG Bobby Johnson, 44 with the potato nose Turn you mashed potato, bro, but it's all gravy though I done been to church to mosque, it couldn't save me though Shit, I got to save myself before I try to save a ho Fuck your role model, it was gold bottles after the gold hollows This right here the soundtrack to a real nigga life Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like La da da, la da da The soundtrack to a real nigga life Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like La da da, la da da