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[Produced by Johnny Juliano; co-produced by Cardo] [Intro: Game] (Johnny Juliano) (Cardo got wings) Real nigga shit Other night at your crib, it was like me, Black, 40, OB We just sittin' there, talkin' 'bout life Played some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing [Verse 1: Game] Niggas called me to set you up Want me to come and wet you up Cause you a out of town nigga like Biggie Heard about the shit with Diddy So I came through to vest you up And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what I got L.A. unified You better off committin' suicide, teachers ain't testin' us See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus Niggas is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up Tax you up, but it's OVO/Blood Money Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus Dawg, fame is a motherfucker Do a nigga four favors when you can’t do the fifth How soon they forget? Run up on you at your granny house, give you nine like Fif' How a nigga s'posed to love you niggas? Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas Dre told me not to trust you niggas Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas Just walkin' 'round the crib like, "Why a nigga can’t live?" Get this money, fuck these bitches though Thinkin' 'bout the beef like: "We can pass these mothafuckin' straps like a physical" This my city, nigga, everybody know it Ridin' 'round town, just me and my Four Pound Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it L.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up [Hook: Drake + Game] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with me All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hundred L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hundred L.A., all I ever asked is one hundred L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hundred All I ever asked is one hundred [Verse 2: Drake] Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin' Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors To every single fuckin' function Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family And how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budget Now, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny People been reachin' out to me And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit I would have so many friends If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments I would have so many friends If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop And I stayed on some conscious shit I would have so many more friends If I lost my success and my confidence I'm in the club every time that they play the competition If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it, on top of the pyramid Might go to Jamaica, disappear again My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself... [Hook: Drake + Game] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with me All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hundred L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hundred L.A., all I ever asked is one hundred L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hundred All I ever asked is one hundred [Verse 3: Game] Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga If he was still alive, he would kill niggas He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though Can't think, so you roll up that indigo Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero' Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, "Here it go" Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me though Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though You niggas don't feel me though That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though Not even to H-Town So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga Strapped up from the waist down That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga Shit was so simple when Henchman was out He had a young nigga right there with Meech So happy when Bleu Davinci got out We came up on these California streets L.A. niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose? Don't even matter, dawg, cause I'm a always be a real nigga Always be a real nigga I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga [Hook: Drake + Game] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with me All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hundred L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hundred L.A., all I ever asked is one hundred L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hundred All I ever asked is one hundred