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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
J. Stone
J. Stone
Vocals
Masego
Masego
Vocals
Nina Simone
Nina Simone
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Stone
J. Stone
Songwriter
Cash Jones
Cash Jones
Songwriter
Nina Simone
Nina Simone
Songwriter
Wallis Lane
Wallis Lane
Songwriter
Stanley Benton
Stanley Benton
Songwriter
J. Taylor
J. Taylor
Songwriter
Micah Davis
Micah Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wallis Lane
Wallis Lane
Producer
Prince, Amir Motamedi
Prince, Amir Motamedi
Producer
Steve Baughman
Steve Baughman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
One life, ****, one love
Reach them heights and keep goin' up
100 Miles and Runnin', we ain't slowin' up
Fifteen Bentleys back-to-back, yeah, they know it's us
They know it's us, hit the lights and come glow with us
Yeah, throw the dice and keep rollin' up
Had to earn them stripes when we was growin' up
**** see you make it out, they hate to show you love
[Verse 2]
I'm honestly a better man
An odyssey of reverence
I gotta speak it from within
A lot of tree, a lot of gin
[Verse 3]
Bottle all the hate and bring it over here
Don't be scared, accept your fate, mind over fear
How many funerals I done been to after all these years?
Got it tatted on my face so I don't shed a tear
Just so we clear, **** been hatin' on me my whole career
Catchin' fades while the little homies hold my beer
Had to move out of Compton, too much tension here
Glock on my lap, I'm in this Lamborghini, switchin' gears
I've been rappin' at this level for like fifteen years
My **** Puppet been in solitary my whole career
I know my purpose, kill any **** that wanna interfere
Shoot that ****, pick up the shell, keep it for a souvenir
Yeah, it's hard to smile when you losin' peers
Paint on that Grand National lookin' like some new veneers
All-black tint, they lookin' at it like "Who in there?"
This LA, think twice before movin' here
[Verse 4]
You only got one life, ****, one love
Reach them heights and keep goin' up
100 Miles and Runnin', we ain't slowin' up
Fifteen Bentleys back-to-back, yeah, they know it's us
They know it's us, hit the lights and come glow with us
Yeah, throw the dice and keep rollin' up
Had to earn them stripes when we was growin' up
**** see you make it out, they hate to show you love
[Verse 5]
I'm honestly a better man
An odyssey of reverence
I gotta speak it from within
A lot of tree, a lot of gin
[Verse 6]
Yeah, sellin' my own tapes to put food on the dinner plate
I used to curb-serve, but it was better on that interstate
You can tell what's on my belt to know I'm heavyweight
My .45 compliment the Louis, I'm forever straight
I was grindin' on the steps just to make a profit
I was tryna get a check, I'm just bein' honest
We was taught to stay solid and remain loyal
My reputation good and my gang royal
We was cookin' crack, makin' cocaine boil
Invade your block with my troopers like we came for oil
We gave up our childhood just to go on Slauson
When you see that yellow tape, ****, you know it's caution
****, you ain't been against all odds
****, you ain't been to Crenshaw High
No, no, ****, you ain't never did drive-bys
****, you ain't never seen shots fired
No, quiet
[Verse 7]
The Cincinnati fitted made me a marked man
By the Palmer Bloccs and 12 sittin' inside that parked van
Pacin' to the store, pocket full of hard ten
Let me get a Olde English, yeah, the tall can
It really ain't no options when you born in Compton
Shoot at your opps and keep the cops out till they bring the SWAT in
They told Dre not to sign that ****, he a hot-head
The Documentary went dime and that's what brought Dot in
I'm a gang-banger, fuck your Top Ten
Tell your engineer make space and get your ass boxed in
I never fold under pressure, I ain't gon' never break
I never told, I never snitch, I never hesitate
To pull my nine
Empty the clip, if I get caught
Then I'ma do my time
I took the risk, count up my losses
I'ma die for mine
My kids first, my momma second
On my daddy grave, you don't wanna test it, ****
[Verse 8]
One life, ****, one love
Reach them heights and keep goin' up
100 Miles and Runnin', we ain't slowin' up
Fifteen Bentleys back-to-back, yeah, they know it's us
They know it's us, hit the lights and come glow with us
Yeah, throw the dice and keep rollin' up
Had to earn them stripes when we was growin' up
**** see you make it out, they hate to show you love
[Verse 9]
My job is to somehow
Make them curious enough
Or persuade them
By hook or crook
To get more aware of themselves
And where they came from
And what they are into
And what is already there
And just to bring it out
This is what compels me to compel them
And I will do it by whatever means necessary
Written by: Cash Jones, J. Stone, Jayceon Taylor, Masego, Nina Simone, Stanley Benton, Wallis Lane
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