I used to write rhymes all day and all night When yall was playing PlayStation, my pencil was erasing lines My conscience only knew whats half-tight At 3:14, its time to get me a slice my nigga This is a dogs fight my nigga The soundtrack to life my nigga Kendrick Lamar, his momma called him that He watched House Party and ate Apple Jacks He sold Sega games, his cousin sold crack He pumped Reeboks, his uncles pumped packs Punk fake, jump-shot, ball hit the back Ball dreams of being point guard was off limits Jack Thats because these Compton streets was built not to win You killed the nigga, I stole a bible, is that a sin? Part of me though, Im searching for answers (just searching for the perfect shot) The good kid from the ugly city thats mad that hes had some Where is the love?
Posted on: Sun, 12 Oct 2014 00:44:34 +0000
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