Life

My daddy ain't going nowhere Never Whether we dribble out this motherfucker Wrap rock or riddle out this motherfucker We gon' get up out this motherfucker Same way that Venus did, Serena did, we them kids Whitney was talking 'bout that's how it was Before my brother caught them slugs and I watched coroners chalk him out That ain't my brother in that box, what niggas talking bout? Couldn't Paul Bearer cause I was too weak to walk him out And that's real shit, I'm dedicated Like Pac was to Jada before Jada met Will Smith I'm already turnt up, chronic still burnt up Fuck outta here, with all that lean and popping pills shit Jump in my Impala get it hopping with a kill switch I done been around the world, my life is like a field trip I done been to Africa, seen niggas in Attica Cops killing our youth, these numbers ain't adding up Like that white boy sitting in a prison cell Killed 9 people in a church, how he living still? I couldn't understand, I spent hours with Farrakhan Just begging him to let me be the millionth man These niggas just make you wanna kill a man And let the .38 spin like a ceiling fan Separate your body from soul, soul from Earth Roll a blunt with your remains and then ash it in the dirt Listen, you ain't a Christian cause you go to church Listen, you ain't a gangster cause you got the work A real gangster's one who take care of his whole family Like me, even though my baby mama can't stand me Her name tattooed on my neck, nigga it's branded And my fucking kids tighter than Ray J and Brandy Brandon Yeah, I give it to you so you understand Fucking bitches took my family Bye baby, rock-a-bye baby No tears or sobs, baby, been listening to Nas lately And I can't lie, baby, been missing them thighs, baby But it's more to life than Gucci and Louis Vuitton, baby It's more to life than tripping on lies, baby Put feelings aside, baby, you Nicki Minaj, baby One day we all die, baby So I'd rather go hard, keep Cali alive, baby Yeah, keep Cali alive, baby Double entendre, nigga that's my baby And don't nobody father kids like me Word to Kevin Hart, take care of they rib like me I made fucked up decisions but don't let 'em crucify me I'm still the same nigga on my California ID Yeah, Compton nigga Blame Dre, it's his fault that I'm a monster, nigga I was selling crack in west side Bompton, nigga Yeah I can rap, but I ain't ask for no sponsors, nigga I was light skin and young Clay Thompson, nigga 15, had guns like Contra, nigga Now the call me bipolar, big contradiction This The Documentary 2 without Doc's prescription Motherfucker