On Me Lyrics - The Documentary 2 - Game

Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the Benzo 

Freestylin' to them Chronic instrumentals 

No pens and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' like a menstrual 

With a Backwood clinched between my dentals 

Way back when, when we was outside with the indo 

Hotboxin' rentals in front of Centennial 

Remedial thoughts, never thought that I would amount to shit 

Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride around bouncin' shit 

From Impalas to that Harley truck 

To dishraggin' bitches that was hard to fuck 

I came up, it was hardly luck 

Just left Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK 

What a day, what a day 

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Back when my drivers license, was baby faced and triflin' 

I made my way through crisis 

I made my tape and recorded portraits in front of sirens 

I made you hate the vibrant, you can't escape the tyrant 

You can't relate where I've been 

In '98 my problem, actin' too grown and shit 

Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion through songs and shit 

On me, that's on me 

Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie 

Bitch I'm well-connected from my section down to Long Beach 

Fumblin' with Tetris if your block neglectin' your ki 

Everyday I wake up with my face up to my father 

Makin' sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seed and harvest 

All my king stuffin', double up my plantation with dollar 

Every dream is such reality, my deja vu done caught up 

Bitch I'm brought up with the homies, that's on me 

24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets 

Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate 

And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I raise AK 

Ain't no shame on it, cry about it, fuck that, I'll play 

Like no name on it, blindsided, ain't no one safe 

Documentary had identities of where I'm from 

Therefore my energy had to make sure the better me won 

It ain't no better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me nothin' 

Nigga it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done 

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Oh man, you thought these niggas with attitude would show gratitude 

Fooled you 

From 2015 to infinity it's still bomb weed and Hennessy 

I can pimp a butterfly for the energy 

Game I need acapella 

There I go, give me a minute, nigga 

'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant, nigga 

Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay Leno them 

Got my mom a tennis bracelet, Wimbledon of Wilmington 

Now can I rap for a minute? Black on the track for a minute 

Look in my rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No Limit 

Ain't no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick 

Chronic, good kid, my first year, 3 documentaries 

Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16 Impalas 

They bounce like they need a dollar 

That's on my mama, niggas up and did me a solid 

I put that on me, that's on me 

You get a bullet fuckin' with the lil' homie 

Thinkin' back then like fuck your rules, nigga this is Piru 

Slide through with the Erykah Badu 

West side Compton, nigga don't mind if I do 

From Piru Street to my old street 

Nigga this Compton, grew up on a dead end 

Got an armful of dead friends 

Round here Crips be sweatin' us niggas like a headband 

Like what's up cuz 

(Yo dawg where you from?) 

No time to stop and think 

Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you blink 

Straight outta Compton, 3 times I told you 

The third time I said it with TDE mothafucka 

I'll make you eat every letter 

Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of Impalas 

When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers 

My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the corner 

And all them niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner 

Call the coroner, niggas dead out here 

Hangin' onto life by a thread out here 

Them niggas wearin' all that red out here 

P snapbacks on niggas heads out here 

So don't you come fuckin' with the little homie 

So OG they call me Tony 

Montana, no French, my red bandana legit 

My uncle told me before he died, "Just keep your hand on the brick" 

So I did 

Sell every chicken that a nigga had in stock, yes I did 

Walked to Compton, hot pocket full of rocks, yes I did 

Skipped class, yes I did, whooped niggas ass, yes I did 

Fucked a bitch behind the bleachers while on the rag, that's on Bloods 

Westside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on Bloods 

You fuck with Dot, I'll let you choke on your blood 

I put that 

On me, that's on me 

Raise up, nigga you are not the homie 

On me, that's on me 

Raise up, nigga you are not the homie