Hope - Compton's Finest lyrics

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Hope - Compton's Finest lyrics

[Verse 1: HOPE] I'm a Nestor Ave tibby rock thrower Nightlife liver, still waiting to throw up 25 cents, Now & Later, and a soda Snotty-nosed kids slap boxing on the corner Yeah, that's me right there Sandy little Jordans and the swoosh in his hair In the overall shorts, I ain't have a care in the world Contact, ‘cause my call right there I thought I was Pac when ‘Hit ‘Em Up' came out Got in trouble for the music, I was playin' it loud Read the credits to all the CDs in the house With the [?] bottle I was rockin' the crowd I was eight when I wrote my first rap line down sh**, I remember, I was right on the couch Are you feeling me? Back in third grade I was k**ing it If y'all don't get the metaphor, it's all elementary Summertime fun, mack daddy at the pool Wintertime fun, selling candy at the school Ready for the action, if it happened, I was cool I ain't see ‘em, if you do, tell my daddy I'm a fool, Kendrick [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Kendrick Lamar, plain old Kendrick the Average Joe But not the average flow, just willing to make it, ock That boy's bacon, he got relations with Satan, Pops This type of greatness is well-awaiting the fatal shots Now what you know about them Westside streets? We was five like deep, rapping the best of Mobb Deep Rapping my best in my sleep, that's if I ever slept Countin' bars while you countin' sheep, you lookin' at the best God-given, I'm been spitting since Pokémon cards and yo-yos Sauconies Jabo jeans, when Wayne made “bling-bling” I was hip-hopping Makin' ‘em hop, have a pogo Let's get this cream, cold stones I'm fallin' off, hold on When peeling off, BMX bikes Ducking shots that was barking real DMX-like A pizza and a cold Sprite Peace to the world I close my door and make love to the beat Then f** your girl That was K.Dot then [Verse 3: HOPE] Top-tier, I'm here, they call me King Hope With a mean flow dancing for the team, ock Street hop from the bottom, we on the street's top It's all scenic, believe it, you'll get your bean popped [Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar] I give you my album in replacement of Detox I drop sh** with ease to let y'all eavesdrop On my style, eyes of an owl as they watch Throw in that towel or get thrown in a ditch [Verse 5: HOPE] Or get thrown on the pit, I was thrown on stages Tab, Centennial, Westchester lacing My flow '96, your flow ‘06 Your flow “eh, cool…”, my flow “oh sh**!” [Verse 6: Kendrick Lamar] You flow don't exist, we co-exist with the UFOs Goddamnit, stranded on planets that you don't know The aliens panic, pack they bags, they hit the road The truth, the phone booth, the greatness take its toll