[Pre-Chorus] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy [Chorus] Use the music as therapy to exorcise how I feel Tell me, is it fake love or is it real? She tell me every time I talk, I give her chills Bought my dad a 911, three hundred thousand on his body [Verse] Gotta watch out for these snitches, gotta watch out for these b*tches Gotta whisper to you ni**as 'cause all the hatin' ni**as might just hear me Especially if you came from the trenches, you can't fall in love with no b*tches Gotta stay on your ten toes and keep your senses, ooh I know sometimes she wanna trip, I know sometimes I had to dip I ain't got no pride, I pour up a fifth all of the times I pull up in VIP Walk in a room and I know they watchin' me She wanna fu*k just 'cause they got my songs on repeat, ayy Took some time off and now they think they got me beat But the whole damn time, you ni**as been heatin' up my seats The tour life got me in light so I can see ni**a, I ain't never choose this sh*t, it came to me [Pre-Chorus] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy [Chorus] Use the music as therapy to exorcise how I feel Tell me, is it fake love or is it real? She tell me every time I talk, I give her chills Bought my dad a 911, three hundred thousand on his body [Post-Chorus] Let you ni**as know it's my city, I had to go crash the party Took a Puerto Rican freak out Delilah, she call me papi I can't pick none of your hoes 'cause they talk too much That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel [Outro] I was walkin' through Compton one night at like— ahem Like two a.m. in the morning I just left my girl house, I found out she was on some bullsh*t You know what I'm sayin', and I walked past the 91, I was walkin' all the way down Central Past the graveyard and sh*t I had made a l— a right on Alondra, um Walked up by the side of the airport And I passed the hood, you know what I'm sayin', and And I went all the way to The Cedars I had pulled up on my DJ at the time and He was just tellin' me keep my head up and sh*t like that sh*t was crazy, you know? I felt like I wanted to die, I felt like I ain't even wanna be here no more 'cause I just— I ain't have sh*t at the time, you know what I'm sayin'? And music was all I really had, so You know just from goin' to jail and fu*king around in the streets, I knew it wasn't sh*t So I had to just, keep my head up, keep goin', get focused Grind that sh*t out, you know what I'm sayin'?