BJ The Chicago Kid - It's True (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1 - BJ The Chicago Kid:] For someone start with my n***a Al Mack The first real n***a I lost Even though he used to gang bang We'll never be able to see his chain swang But that's that Jesus piece lost Cause he would have rocked it well But instead he rocked that hair full of braids braided by his girl Leesi With the semi on, n***a had game kinda cold Never k**ed a soul, so he never had a problem With thinking hisself was gettin' old Livin' life like it never would happen sh**, n***as dyin' like life really goin' full circle Thought we was gon' live to see it all 'Til that day that he died on a head-on collision with a motorcycle [Hook - BJ The Chicago Kid:] It's true, cool n***as die too Yeah n***a, It's true, cool n***as die too It could happen to me, it could happen to you But yeah it's true [Verse 2 - Kendrick Lamar:] California economics, k**er a**ignments School test scores drop, murder rates climbin' Scarface where you watch, try to reenact And launched over the balcony, buck shots in our backs Every day casualties got me losin' my sanity Cannons be within arm reach, I'm all panicky Last week I had a run in with my enemy's friend sh**, finna be dead man quick Grab the pistola, hollup, complimentary of the cig But then the boys rolled up, we both admit Close call, the ghetto is like a quick game of tennis ball You're probably well preserved until you get served Through the knowledge I get a few dollars, you gettin' demolished If you cruise through Compton wearin' red or blue See colors in these n***as eyes Is like a favorite color bein' told by the blind, don't really matter [Verse 3 - BJ the Chicago Kid:] I met Jamico when I went to high-school They stayed around the corner bur sh**, I never knew Me and Kisel Ken in the basement playing drums, making music While she fussin' yellin down the stairs, I'm on the phone you losers I remember late for school every morning thirsty for that Mickey D's Not knowin' the d**h of her mother matured her very quickly So we gon' fast forward school graduated, went to college got married They had a pretty little girl but the world couldn't make her tardy Died from a seizure at her daughter's birthday party [Hook - BJ The Chicago Kid:] It's true, cool n***as die too Yeah n***a, It's true, cool n***as die too It could happen to me, it could happen to you But yeah it's true [Verse 4 - ScHoolboy Q:] Uhn, Blue chucks, swing Glocks, they both in my pants I'm a gangsta I can do no wrong f** with the lights on, and say I love you baby Cause tomorrow may not make it to me I got a kilo and a seven series, when a crown went crack, n***a I bet the gun sale plat, oh ATF be on that s**er sh** They hate a black n***a with getting money's involved Got an ounce in my draws I just wanna live forever my n***a Took the blue pill, crack the axillae If Q said it then you know that sh** real Pistol grip up, on my lap all times I used to drive a Honda, with the dimes inside Now drive by is by the marks that k**ed Bebe's kids So the gun is who my role model is, The illest Crip in a Benz Look, I'm never half of my steppin', I'm never not with my weapon So you'll get got in a second like [Hook - BJ The Chicago Kid:] It's true, cool n***as die too Yeah n***a, It's true, cool n***as die too It could happen to me, it could happen to you But yeah it's true [Verse 5 - Punch:] Gotta understand my disposition, see I was raised a little different Disenchanted former county check recipient Reminiscin' of a Mexican immigrant 'Cept the border's my existence, stripped away my innocence Constantly conflicted over color restrictions You outta your district, you end up on a milk carton missin' That's average every day California livin' Race riots in the yard spill outside of the prison Besides the k**ings, West Coast cap peelin' This California lifestyle was so appealin' Imagine the women, exotic cars, custom driven You on your Hollywood thing, what a beautiful feelin', ain't it? Such a perfect picture painted Yet it's tainted by the unfortunate and less famous I ain't complainin', it's home Just somethin' to ride to when you're off in the zone [Kendrick Lamar:] This a little somethin' you can ride and smoke to Stay on point, n***as will ride and smoke you This a little somethin' you can ride and smoke to Stay on point, n***as will ride and smoke you Wanna be involved with the underworld dealers East Coast bodyers, West Coast cap peelers Wanna be involved with the underworld dealers East Coast bodyers, West Coast cap peelers