[Produced by Johnny Juliano; co-produced by Cardo]
[Intro: Game]
(Johnny Juliano)
(Cardo got wings)
Real n***a sh**
Other night at your crib, it was like me, Black, 40, OB
We just sittin' there, talkin' 'bout life
Played some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing
[Verse 1: Game]
n***as called me to set you up
Want me to come and wet you up
Cause you a out of town n***a like Biggie
Heard about the sh** with Diddy
So I came through to vest you up
And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush
A vest for every n***a with an owl on his chest and what
I got L.A. unified
You better off committin' suicide, teachers ain't testin' us
See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus
n***as is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up
Tax you up, but it's OVO/Blood Money
n***a catch these bullets like he catch the bus
Dawg, fame is a motherf**er
Do a n***a four favors when you can't do the fifth
How soon they forget?
Run up on you at your granny house, give you nine like Fif'
How a n***a s'posed to love you n***as?
Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you n***as
Dre told me not to trust you n***as
Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you n***as
Just walkin' 'round the crib like, "Why a n***a can't live?"
Get this money, f** these b**hes though
Thinkin' 'bout the beef like:
"We can pa** these mothaf**in' straps like a physical"
This my city, n***a, everybody know it
Ridin' 'round town, just me and my Four Pound
Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it
L.A. n***as, be the craziest, these n***as do some shady sh**
n***as'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby sh**, 40, I'm f**ed up
[Hook: Drake + Game]
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake sh**
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake sh**
Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with me
All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hundred
L.A. n***as be the craziest, yeah, one hundred
L.A., all I ever asked is one hundred
L.A., L.A. n***as be the craziest, yeah, one hundred
All I ever asked is one hundred
[Verse 2: Drake]
Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin'
Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors
To every single f**in' function
Had n***as tell me to my face how we were family
And how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budget
Now, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny
People been reachin' out to me
And I'm on some straight unresponsive sh**
I would have so many friends
If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments
I would have so many friends
If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments
I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop
And I stayed on some conscious sh**
I would have so many more friends
If I lost my success and my confidence
I'm in the club every time that they play the competition
If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get
Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it, on top of the pyramid
Might go to Jamaica, disappear again
My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself...
[Hook: Drake + Game]
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake sh**
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake sh**
Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with me
All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hundred
L.A. n***as be the craziest, yeah, one hundred
L.A., all I ever asked is one hundred
L.A., L.A. n***as be the craziest, yeah, one hundred
All I ever asked is one hundred
[Verse 3: Game]
Miss 4 Cent, that was my real n***a
Held a n***a down since he was a lil' n***a
If he was still alive, he would k** n***as
He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill
n***as know how it feel when you missin' your n***a though
Can't think, so you roll up that indigo
Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero'
Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn
Make a real n***a wanna give his life to God like, "Here it go"
Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me though
Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though
You n***as don't feel me though
That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch
You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though
Not even to H-Town
So underground that I gotta be a trill n***a
Strapped up from the waist down
That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real n***a
sh** was so simple when Henchman was out
He had a young n***a right there with Meech
So happy when Bleu Davinci got out
We came up on these California streets
L.A. n***as be the craziest, these n***as do some shady sh**
n***as'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby sh**
Got a n***a confused, but why a n***a gotta choose?
Don't even matter, dawg, cause I'm a always be a real n***a
Always be a real n***a
I never learned how to be nothin' but a real n***a
[Hook: Drake + Game]
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake sh**
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake sh**
Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with me
All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hundred
L.A. n***as be the craziest, yeah, one hundred
L.A., all I ever asked is one hundred
L.A., L.A. n***as be the craziest, yeah, one hundred
All I ever asked is one hundred