Bills Is Paid

[DJ Skee Intro] [Hook] My bills are paid And everything's okay It's like every day here Summertime in L.A [Verse 1: Game] I'm from Compton, home of the fiends Home of the monsters, home of triple beams Home of the shattered fucking dreams Where most niggas I grew up with ain't make it to see they teens Ain't no Freddy, ain't no Jason, but niggas too scared to dream And they ripping pages out of them books bout Dr. King You don't wanna know half the shit I seen Where reading a magazine get you hit with a magazine Niggas ain't scared to murder cause the jails too packed Kill a nigga, he be out before the "R.I.P." tat I seen Raider snapbacks by Starter Then I seen Dre make that Sox hat harder Then I seen Makavelli go at Shawn Carter Then I seen that block where B.I.G. got slaughtered Then I knew it was my calling G the fuck up or die balling Lace them red Chucks up, but die falling [Hook] [Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle] I'm rising in this game and it feels great Still trying to keep it real, niggas still fake I'm so impatient, but I still wait Dropped The Marathon in November, niggas still late Still show love when I feel hate On a scale of one to ten, need a high heel eight Or better, blowing this cheddar like I'm Bill Gates Whatever, I'm in to win til this movie ends Smoking California, eating Peruvian Out on Miami Beach, my niggas, a few of them Just like Beverly Hills, the bitches we usually wear From wishing on a star, nigga, took it far And if I lost it all to war, I wouldn't trip at all It sound crazy when I say it But the fear of falling off is the only thing that could take it I'm straight [Hook] [Verse 3: Game] I got my hoodie on, it's a Starter I'mma rock this motherfucker for Trayvon Martin I'mma rock this motherfucker for Trayvon's daughter That he coulda had; where's his killer at? The whole hood is mad That ain't the first time, won't be the last See reflections of my past while I guzzle through this glass Make me want to run up on you with the muzzle -- "Where the cash?" Retaliation is none, niggas can't afford the gas Got a mansion in the Hills, Rottweilers by the gates Red Ghost's in the driveway and ducks by the lake Spending time with my daughter so them ducks gotta wait Let a nigga call it a duck, he gonna eat a .38 I'm supposed to be this fucking rich I'm supposed to be this fucking great I'm a menace to society, no Larenz Tate But me and my niggas straight and [Hook]