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[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
It ain't hard to tell that I live in hell
Sin City watch city gotta get your mail
How I sleep when I die that's real
There's only two ways out: living under the dirt or life in the cell
I'm still on the block tryna make me a sell
That's how it is homie, when you up in your shit
Get locked up, your friends might hook on your bitch
Its fuck a ho, that's why I'm on my chips
To live and die broke, it's some embarrassing shit
That's why I'm hooking a block, fuck hooking a chick
When the wars on, I'm bustin' em clips
Shit I'm just trying to stack paper
Blowing big weed, I'm high like a skyscraper
L.A nigga in a New York state of mind
When I rhyme verses like Cool J back in '85, I'm hot lava
Gold d's on my low rider 4'5 so original like a no timer
2 pistols, one llama
In the back of the trunk like who want drama? nobody
Sitting back I got this, a project profit
I could predict when my goons ready to pop shit
When the [?] are low
We're on the [?] blow
Summer time, in Cali homie all we do is snow
Counting dollars, til our hands getting [?]
Won't stop hustling til the judge bang the gaval
Prayin' for the better days
Sit in the club celebrate
Pop bottles, with top models back on the interstate
Traffic [?] homie we trying to get it
Then we back in the kitchen whipping like a chemist
Got me acting a fool in dinner time
Life is like a racing track trying to get to the finish line
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Slaughter pigs like farmer John
My style got its own [?]
You feel my presence? live life like everyday class is session
Learn something after 187 we burn some
For real kid, our uncle doing a 13 year big
I pray to god he don't come out how you went in
Gets ill, these streets got me packing a 9 mill
My mind stay black, either kill or be killed
It's real in the battlefield son
Last week shawty do [?] ready to kill some
I say shawty chill, you ain't ready for that type of drama
Plus karma for real
He shook his head, her resigned to
He said he was [?] some dudes on the block tried to rob em
Try? what you mean?
He said they tried until I reached in to the pocket of my jeans
I killed 2, but one got away which is bad news, because the hood didn't even cover my whole face
And I know he be back, but before he do that
I [?] first on the porch where he live at
Damn shawty I can't knock you, its survival of the fittest
With that said do what you got to
I shook his hand, then I walked away, then reality took a toe on me
Should of never gave him that .38
Looking at the ceiling in my bedroom
Then the phone rang, hey K Dot turn on the news
They didn't even say his name
But I knew it was [?] when it said another 7 grader was slayed
It ain't hard to tell
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