Ain't Fair

Yeah, yo

Lifestyle of the young and the restless

Wreckless, slingin' marijuana to mescaline

Mama told me I shouldn't mess with them

But I confess them **** some of my best friends, back then

Daddy told me I couldn't trust them

Gotta get from 'round all the yes men

Had to adjust, when I'm alone is when I start to reflect

This shit got me all vexed, I'm wonderin' what's next

This just in, fucked a bitch in back of the Westin

I'm takin' the back streets all this dirty money attract me

No, I won't be givin' a scrap to these hoes

I'm packin' these shows in Japanese clothes

Leavin' LAX then I'm back at Heathrow

Oxtails soon as I'm back on pico

Never pay attention to stats, too busy gettin' the racks

These **** don't even be livin' they raps, nah

Lifestyle of the Black and the rich in this bitch

You see this thing on my wrist, I'm the shit

When I was younger it was only a wish

Now I can't take a piss without somebody comin' takin' a pic

Poppin' bottles, rollin' up somethin' fat with the hoes in the backstage

And drowning my pain in the champagne

Got me reminiscing on back in the day

Talkin' about back in the day, back when we was baggin' it up

Had a little bit of money, started stackin' it up

These days thought they would love to see me packin' it up, that's what's up

Took it from the hood to Hollywood, now I'm actin' up

Still have yet to meet another **** that I could trust

**** stay throwin' salt, throwin' shots from the black trucks

And takin' them shots like it's Starbucks

Ain't the only one had it hard that end up breakin' the law

But that shit got me all emotionally scarred, still I evolve

This for all my **** low ridin', we got the bounce

This for all my **** that's flockin', we in the house

This for all my **** from Compton, we want it now

This for everybody, aye

It ain't fair (Fair), fair, (Fair), Fair, (Fair), fair, (Fair), fair, (Fair), fair (Fair)

Nah, it ain't fair (Ain't fair)

Out here (Out here)

Out here (Out here)

Yeah, it ain't fair (Fair), fair, (Fair), fair, (Fair), fair, (Fair), fair, (Fair), fair (Fair)

Nah, it ain't fair (Ain't fair)

Out here (Out here)

Out here (Out here)

Out here (Out here) (Yeah)

Lifestyle of the super ghetto fellow

Hell or Heaven, seventh letter predecessors

They can never, another level

Never settle, I embody Machiavelli

I get better, I get better, I get better, I get better

I been dancin' with the devil, god dammit I said it

Takin' drugs and etcetera, singin' "Figaro, figaro"

Watch me finger roll up the kush

No, I'm not gonna pass, I kiss it right off the glass on that ass

I got some homies from the hood that'll blast on that ass

I got some bitches poppin' up from the past tryin' to smash me

They don't know I was down bad just last week

Mama hit me up and she asked

Say baby, whatcha gon' do about it?

Tell me, whatcha gon' do about it?

Baby, whatcha gon' do about it?

Tell me, whatcha gon' do about it?

Baby, whatcha gon' do about it?

Tell me, whatcha gon' do about it?

Tell me, whatcha gon' do about it?

Tell me, whatcha gon' do

I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high

I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high

Whatcha gon' do about it? Whatcha gon' do about it?

Yeah, yo

The beat got me hypnotized

Scrolling through my Twitter timeline, desensitized

All I see is bad bitches and hoes

Rap **** with dough

While the hood gettin' gentrified, shit

Open ya eyes, open the blinds

Look outside and watch as the dry leaves catch fire

I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high

I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high

I'm gettin' ya high

I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high

I'm gettin' ya high

I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high