Home Invasion

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton With a militant mindset and an innocent conscience He got into some nonsense Nigga jumped in the car with a strap out Just got done mixin' dope in the trap house Black out, back out, rags out, stack house, tap out Trigger finger itchy, lookin' for opps In the city where these niggas do not Fuck around when they holdin' them Glocks Drop the top while you ride in the drop In the kitchen like we know Betty Crock' Cook the dope, take it out of the pot Rock it up then we back on the block Niggas jaw-jackin' while the cars passin' Started jackin' Dickies, that's our fashion Turn the lights off when in lost fashion Niggas in the field, playin' all Madden Assassin, we back-to-back in Impalas and Cadillac Escalate us, matte black with cactus sticks hangin' out the back of it Niggas don't know the half of it We come through like we cappin' shit Ski maskin' shit, click-clack and shit All in your mail, open packages On this Compton shit, demonish it Chronic kicks with confidence, ominous Obviously, probably be high as fuck And that's why we trippin', I'ma mind this shit Running over prominent neighborhoods just to bring our mama shit Dominant niggas shit, they gon' wish they left us on the biggest continent Hood politics, the drama gets sticky Hollow tips, I'm lettin' off 50 Out of it 'cause I'm ridin' round tipsy Promise this is payback for Nipsey Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton Through a rag in his pocket and start callin' it Bompton He was nickel and dimin', it was the sign of the times when Nigga had to take a deep breath I tried walkin' straight past him, I see T-Flats and they askin' I got on my khakis, my rag is hangin' out the back under my backpack And all my homies in a casket That's why I'm standin' in the Gap with this ratchet Tryna get to Tams after that walk, all the way to Athens So what the fuck is up? My knuckles up My daddy always told me that I had to toughen up I got my hat backwards and the strap back in I ain't had a thought if they was buckled up I've been outside since I was jumped in In my hood, they call that Double Dutch This Cedar Block where heaters pop And we catch fades, come get this uppercut Back home with the lights off and the roaches Can't write shit, can't rap, can't focus Got blunt burns in my grandma sofa I'm hopin' I don't end up hopeless Used to play ball, dribble the rock and fuck roaches Stack bread whether or not, it got molded IRS circle the block, it's not over Ain't lettin' niggas get shot without motives All dead niggas' blocks we drive over Never look back or stop for y'all vultures Drive straight over the top of y'all focus Ready or not, we 'bout to take over We soldiers, hold 'em, not fold 'em, boulders is rollin' like Otis Tempted to take the controller out your hand, fuck my composure Windows get rolled down, we smokin', enemies, opps and whoever Outside, no matter the weather, handguns is light as a feather Fly off the handle, you die, no, we ain't waitin' to ride We cop your slice of the pie and tell 'em they spacin' the sky Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Bompton With a flow like a monster who was movin' that contraband Damn, y'all niggas is sick You bet' not hold your breath in this bitch Pressin' the issue, new 'Vette, I'ma show you what the shit do New TEC and it's military issue, see blood, so it definitely hit you Ayy, Blood, what they do with all the tissue? Pass around at the funeral, it's unusual To see his opps standin' in the background, laugh now No pat downs, I'm in here with the strap now Blatt, blatt, blatt, brratt, it's a wrap, niggas ain't comin' back It's a wrap, you can tell 'em, I said it Nigga been dead and we still ain't dead it And the whole block live, ten Glock .9s Everybody on they lives, nigga My team versus your team They don't want a sofa, tell 'em take a dive, nigga Black lives matter, don't they? But niggas kill niggas, won't they? Pull up on the corner, leave you laid out Next to the lady sellin' alote It's "Gang gang" 'til it's time to roleplay He was ballin' at a nigga, OJ We in and out, and we ain't have to crochet I'm a small criminal, Annie, are you okay? I was robbin' niggas, I was jackin' for beats I was bald head when my khakis creased Jumpin' over fences, what the athletes feed? I was onto Compton, I was packin' heat Never met D-Wade yet, never hit the 101 Freeway yet In the game but ain't say EA yet, Outkast ain't made 3K yet I was in your house, like-