Late 808

Step by step, heart to heart

Left, right, left

We all fall down like toy soldiers

Bit by bit, torn apart

We never win

But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

We each have a star, all we have to do is find it

Once you do, everyone who sees it will be blinded

So what we get drunk?

So what we smoke weed?

We’re just having fun

We don’t care who sees

So what we go out?

That’s how its supposed to be

Living young and wild and free

Turn up the lights in here, baby

Extra bright, I want y’all to see this

Turn up the lights in here, baby

You know what I need, want you to see everything

Want you to see all of the lights

See I know ways around complicated matters

Roll up in the ghetto on the island of Manhattan

Trouble on my mind

I got trouble on my mind

Trouble on my mind

So much trouble on my mind

I grew up without my pops should that make me bitter?

I caught cases I copped out does that make me a quitter?

It’s so loud inside my head

With words that I should have said

I’m ghetto, excuse me

My life is a movie

I heard a certain who’s who mad that I like the danger

Get your priorities straight like Hermione Granger

She say she only f….. like 4, 5 ……, so you know you gotta multiply by 3

I’ve been thinkin’ bout you, do you think about me still?

Do ya, do ya?

And I will never stop, like I’m running from the cops

Hop up in my car and told my chauffeur, “To the top!”

Life is such a f…… roller coaster, then it drops

But what should I scream for? This is my theme park

If what they say is “Nothing is forever”

Then what makes, then what makes, then what makes

Then what makes, what makes, what makes

Love the exception?

If you are what you say you are, a superstar

Then have no fear, the camera’s here

Damage to your medulla, cerebrum and cerebellum

If ya got a crew ya better tell em

Never found virtue from patience

In a dark room just pacin’

Precious time is just wastin’

You do not know what we facin’

I cannot be complacent

In my job, be courageous

If you admire somebody you should go on ‘head tell ’em

People never get the flowers while they can still smell ’em

Stay far from timid

Only make moves when your heart’s in it

And live the phrase Sky’s The Limit

I’m anti-Santa Maria

Only Christopher we acknowledge is Wallace

You see you wouldn’t ask why the rose that grew from the concrete

Had damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate its

Tenacity

The moon talk to the sea and speak the body language fluently

She makes it rain

I’m representin’ for them gangstas all across the world

Still hittin’ them corners in them lo-lo’s, girl

Still takin’ my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it’s the D.R.E.

If I had a dollar

For every time I couldn’t sleep

I could buy a million locks

And finally read a book in peace

I say it’s my world, and I won’t stop

And if you stand in my way you bound to get dropped

Try to make some sense of all this shit in my brain

One foot stuck in a tar pit of my ways

Once in a blue I check to see how you’re doin

I know you need loot, so I send it through Western Union

Everybody claim they the best and they head the throne

Since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me, they “Dead Wrong”

Look hey I smoke too much:

The problems of a twenty-something

I drink too often, there’s liquor pouring from the faucet

I’m out for presidents to represent me

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I take a look at my life and realize there’s nothin’ left

‘Cause I’ve been blastin’ and laughin’ so long

That even my momma thinks that my mind is gone

California love

California knows how to party

California knows how to party

In the city of L.A

In the city of good ol’ Watts

In the city, the city of Compton

We keep it rockin’

See the big black picture if you look inside of my mind

It’s graphic, expressed it drastic

Thinking of a master plan

Cause ain’t nothing but sweat inside my hand

Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps

Rae’s a heavy generator, but yo, guess who’s the black Trump?