Interlude (feat. ComptonAss & T.G.)

All I hear is "Av, bring that real shit for the shooters back"

These suckers fuckin' up the game, why they doin' that?

'Lil this, 'Lil that, 'Lil who is that?

You little mumble rap **** tryna ruin rap

Gang shit, bitch, who you think you're fool instead?

Me, I'm the voice of streets, I stay true to that

I kept this shit G when the industry did a change up

I came in, ten toes down, and then I came up

You **** go against the code for the game

I'm a real ****, I won't sell my soul for no fame

So when it's time to go, just know I did it with a passion

You rappin' other **** lives, I'm livin' what I'm rappin'

Compton business till they put me in a casket

Keep the blower on me in case the shit get drastic

**** always high with this B, we tryna find it out

Spinnin' VINs, fuck Instagram, we at his mama house

This ****, ain't no playin' fair when its war time

I hit 'em up, them bullets burn, watch that boy cry

He try to run, watch them hollows hit that boys spine

Man, that boy die

Nah, fuck that, pull up on them **** again

This shit ain't over, ****, bounce out and hit 'em again

****'s with hoodies and fully automatics in the cut

Waitin' for you to slip so we can line a **** up

Doin' walk ups, ****, we ain't askin' nothing

Let you **** see who did it, no mask or nothing

Smoke comin' out the front like a match or something

The kick back back on the K look like I'm passin' something

I don't care where you from, there's no love for the enemy-gos

30 in the stick for you little wannabe heroes

So ****, fuck your cape and your vest

FN and aimin' straight for your neck

Get your shiznit, all bullshit, you know I'm with that

Bounce out, kill everything, no give, no get back

Doing bandit, throw the .40 in the river

Later on, share the story with my ****

****, I can't believe these **** tryna catch me slippin', ****

Oh yeah, they put it like that?

I wouldn't never lackin' though, I jumped out and laid all them **** down

Better had did your shit

These **** probably tryna come back right now

A'ight, trippin', I got it on me right now, what you wanna do?

Load that bitch up, ****

What, eh? Better not be scared either, ****

Ridin' down Atlantic with a loaded pistol

First round, draft pick, referee official

These bitches'll set you up, so I don't trust 'em, ****

'Cause when you stop givin' 'em dick, they feel like fuck a ****

And they tryna set you up, enemies'll wet you up

I still keep a pistol on probation, I don't give a fuck

Now we on a mission, suckers anger, we gon' get 'em plugged

Hit the county jail where **** banging, we gon' get 'em up

Droppin' P Spook and Dirty Bruce, that shit fuck me up

This crippin' in my blood, and I ain't never gon' give it up

Nah, I ain't never gon' give it up

This crippin' in my blood, and I ain't never gon' give it up

Bitches politicin', ****, you was never hanging

Keep it key way, blue Chucks, blue strangin'

Still in the hood, I'll never be a stranger

Ain't no ho in my blood, I cock at all, my shit's wasted

But I'm so Stevie Wonder to these pussy **** hatin'

Why they hatin' on me? Shit, I don't know 'cause I'm famous

Why they hatin' on me? Shit, I don't know 'cause I'm famous