Wreckless slingin´ marijuana to mescaline Momma told me I shouldn´t mess with them But I confess them niggas some of my best friends back then Daddy told me I couldn´t trust them Gotta get from round all the yes men Had to adjust when I´m alone is when I start to reflect and shit Got me all vexed, I´m wonderin´ what´s next This just in, fucked a bitch in back of the Westin Was takin´ the back streets, all this dirty money attract me No, I won´t be given the scraps to these hoes I´m packin´ these shows in Japanese clothes Leavin´ LAX, then I´m back at Heathrow Oxtails soon as I´m back on pico Never pay attention to stats, too busy gettin´ the racks
These niggas don´t even be livin´ they raps, nah Lifestyle of the black and the rich in this bitch You see this thing on my wrist, I´m the shit When I was younger it was only a wish Now I can´t take a piss without somebody comin´ takin a pic Poppin bottles, rollin´ up somethin fat with the hoes in the backstage And drownin´ my pain in the champagne Got me reminiscin´ on back in the day Talkin´ about back in the day, back when we was baggin´ it up Had a lil´ bit of money, started stackin´ it up These days thought they would love to see me packin´ it up, that´s what´s up Took it from the hood to Hollywood, now I´m actin´ up Still have yet to meet another nigga that I could trust
Niggas stay throwin´ salt, throwin´ shots from the black trucks And takin´ them shots like it´s Starbucks Ain´t the only one had it hard that end up breakin´ the law But that shit got me all emotionally scarred, still I evolve This for all my niggas low ridin´, we got the bounce This for all my niggas that´s flockin´, we in the house This for all my niggas from Compton, we want it now This for everybody, ayy
It ain´t fair, fair, fair, fair, fair, fair Nah, it ain´t fair (Ain´t fair) out here (Out here)
Out here (Out here), yeah It ain´t fair, fair, fair, fair, fair, fair Nah, it ain´t fair (Ain´t fair) out here (Out here) Out here (Out here), out here (Out here)
Lifestyle of the super ghetto fellow Hell or Heaven, seventh letter predecessors They can never, another level Never settle, I embody Machiavelli I get better, I get better, I get better, I get better I been dancin´ with the Devil, God dammit I said it Takin´ drugs and etcetera singin´ "Figaro, figaro" Watch me finger roll up the kush No, I´m not gonna pass it, kiss it right off the glass on that ass
I got some homies from the hood that´ll blast on that ass I got some bitches poppin´ up from the past tryna smash me They don´t know I was down bad just last week Momma hit me up and she asked me
Said "Baby what you gon´ do about it" "Tell me what you gon´ do about it" "Baby what you gon´ do about it" "Tell me what you gon´ do about it" "Baby what you gon´ do about it" "Tell me what you gon´ do about it" "Tell me what you gon´ do"
Part II
I´m gettin´ ya high, I´m gettin´ ya high
I´m gettin´ ya high, I´m gettin´ ya high (What you gon´ do about it? What you gon´ do about it?) Yeah, yo
The beat got me hypnotized Goin´ through my Twitter timeline desensitized All I see is bad bitches and hoes, rap niggas with dough While the hood gettin´ gentrified, shit Open your eyes open the blinds Look outside and watch as the dry leaves catch fire
I´m gettin´ ya high, I´m gettin´ ya high I´m gettin´ ya high, I´m gettin´ ya high I´m gettin´ ya high, I´m gettin´ ya high I´m gettin´ ya high, I´m gettin´ ya high