[00:11.14]Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the Benzo
[00:13.85]Freestylin' to them Chronic instrumentals, no pens and pencils
[00:17.42]I was out there Bloodin' like a menstrual
[00:19.38]With a Backwood clinched between my dentals, way back when
[00:22.81]When we was outside with the indo
[00:25.02]Hotboxin' rentals in front of Centennial, remedial thoughts
[00:28.28]Never thought that I would amount to shit
[00:30.06]Smoke chronic, ****ed b*****s, ride around bouncin' shit
[00:33.10]From Impalas to that Harley truck, to dishraggin' b*****s
[00:36.00]That was hard to ****, I came up, it was hardly luck
[00:38.70]Just left Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
[00:41.70]What a day, what a day
[00:44.24]Back when my drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'
[00:47.10]I made my way through crisis, I made my tape
[00:49.08]And recorded portraits in front of sirens,I made you hate the vibrant
[00:52.42]You can't escape the tyrant, you can't relate where I've been
[00:55.38]In '98 my problem, actin' too grown and shit
[00:57.99]Cappin' at niggas, yeah my religion through songs and shit
[01:00.58]On me, that's on me
[01:03.04]Raise up, b*****s, you are not the homie
[01:05.21]B*****s I’m well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
[01:07.90]Fumblin' with Tetris if your block neglectin' your ki
[01:10.72]Everyday I wake up with my face up to my father
[01:12.92]Makin' sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seed
 and harvest All my king stuffin', double up my plantation with dollar
[01:18.42]Every dream is such reality, my deja vu done caught up
[01:21.38]B*****s I'm brought up with the homies, that's on me
[01:24.88]24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
[01:27.16]Know we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
[01:30.37]And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I raise AK
[01:33.03]Ain't no shame on it, cry about it, **** that, I'll play
[01:35.71]Like no name on it, blindsided, ain't no one safe
[01:38.36]Documentary had identities of where I'm from
[01:40.83]Therefore my energy had to make sure the better me won
[01:43.71]It ain't no better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me nothin'
[01:46.45]**** it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done, BLAOW!
[01:51.48]Oh man, you thought these b*****s with attitude would show gratitude
[01:59.64]Fooled you
[02:02.24]From 2015 to infinity it's still bomb niggas and Hennessy
[02:07.29]I can pimp a butterfly for the energy
[02:10.03]Game I need acapella
[02:11.82]There I go, give me a minute, b*****s
[02:14.34]'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant, b*****s
[02:17.08]Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay Leno them
[02:19.52]Got my mom a tennis bracelet, Wimbledon of Wilmington
[02:22.31]Now can I rap for a minute? Black on the track for a minute
[02:24.66]Look in my rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No Limit
[02:27.54]Ain't no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
[02:30.72]Chronic, good kid, my first year, 3 documentaries
[02:33.02]Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16 Impalas
[02:35.12]They bounce like they Iguodala
[02:36.13]That's on my mama, b*****s up and did me a solid
[02:38.22]I put that on me, that's on me
[02:40.99]You get a bullet ****ing with the lil' homie
[02:43.99]Thinkin' back then like **** your rules, **** this is Piru
[02:45.78]Slide through with the Erykah Badu
[02:47.31]West side Compton, b*****s don't mind if I do
[02:48.60]From Piru Street to my old street
[02:50.32]**** this Compton, grew up on a dead end
[02:52.07]Got an armful of dead friends
[02:53.06]Round here Crips be sweatin' us b*****s like a headband
[02:54.75]Like what's up cuz
[02:55.38](Yo dawg where you from?)
[02:56.38]No time to stop and think
[02:57.48]Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you blink
[03:00.03]Straight outta Compton, 3 times I told you
[03:01.77]The third time I said it with TDE b*****s
[03:03.35]I'll make you eat every letter
[03:05.45]Spoonfeed you b*****s like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
[03:08.19]When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed them b*****s rottweilers
[03:10.93]My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 bullshit on the corner
[03:13.71]And all them mother****ers I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
[03:16.50]Call the coroner, mother****ers dead out here
[03:17.93]Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
[03:19.33]Them mother****ers wearin' all that red out here
[03:20.79]P snapbacks on mother****ers heads out here
[03:22.25]So don't you come ****in' with the little homie
[03:25.65]So OG they call me Tony
[03:27.65]Montana, no French, my red bandana legit
[03:29.83]My uncle told me before he died, "Just keep your hand on the brick"
[03:32.69]So I did
[03:33.74]Sell every chicken that a mother****er had in stock, yes I did
[03:36.20]Walked to Compton, hot pocket full of rocks, yes I did
[03:38.85]Skipped class, yes I did, whooped mother****ers ass, yes I did
[03:41.68]****ed a mother****er behind the bleachers while on the rag, that's on Bloods
[03:44.35]Westside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on Bloods
[03:47.15]You ****in' with Dot, I'll let you choke on your blood
[03:49.03]I put that...
[03:49.75]On me, that's on me
[03:52.25]On me, that's on me
[03:55.07]On me, that's on me
[03:57.62]Raise up, mother****er you are not the homie
[04:00.45]On me, that's on me
[04:03.09]On me, that's on me
[04:05.97]On me, that's on me
[04:08.58]Raise up, mother****er you are not the homie

Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them Chronic instrumentals, no pens and pencils
I was out there Bloodin' like a menstrual
With a Backwood clinched between my dentals, way back when
When we was outside with the indo
Hotboxin' rentals in front of Centennial, remedial thoughts
Never thought that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, ****ed b*****s, ride around bouncin' shit
From Impalas to that Harley truck, to dishraggin' b*****s
That was hard to ****, I came up, it was hardly luck
Just left Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
What a day, what a day
Back when my drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'
I made my way through crisis, I made my tape
And recorded portraits in front of sirens,I made you hate the vibrant
You can't escape the tyrant, you can't relate where I've been
In '98 my problem, actin' too grown and shit
Cappin' at niggas, yeah my religion through songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, b*****s, you are not the homie
B*****s I’m well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin' with Tetris if your block neglectin' your ki
Everyday I wake up with my face up to my father
Makin' sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seed
 and harvest All my king stuffin', double up my plantation with dollar
Every dream is such reality, my deja vu done caught up
B*****s I'm brought up with the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Know we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I raise AK
Ain't no shame on it, cry about it, **** that, I'll play
Like no name on it, blindsided, ain't no one safe
Documentary had identities of where I'm from
Therefore my energy had to make sure the better me won
It ain't no better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me nothin'
**** it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done, BLAOW!
Oh man, you thought these b*****s with attitude would show gratitude
Fooled you
From 2015 to infinity it's still bomb niggas and Hennessy
I can pimp a butterfly for the energy
Game I need acapella
There I go, give me a minute, b*****s
'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant, b*****s
Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay Leno them
Got my mom a tennis bracelet, Wimbledon of Wilmington
Now can I rap for a minute? Black on the track for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No Limit
Ain't no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my first year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16 Impalas
They bounce like they Iguodala
That's on my mama, b*****s up and did me a solid
I put that on me, that's on me
You get a bullet ****ing with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like **** your rules, **** this is Piru
Slide through with the Erykah Badu
West side Compton, b*****s don't mind if I do
From Piru Street to my old street
**** this Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of dead friends
Round here Crips be sweatin' us b*****s like a headband
Like what's up cuz
(Yo dawg where you from?)
No time to stop and think
Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you blink
Straight outta Compton, 3 times I told you
The third time I said it with TDE b*****s
I'll make you eat every letter
Spoonfeed you b*****s like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed them b*****s rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 bullshit on the corner
And all them mother****ers I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, mother****ers dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
Them mother****ers wearin' all that red out here
P snapbacks on mother****ers heads out here
So don't you come ****in' with the little homie
So OG they call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red bandana legit
My uncle told me before he died, "Just keep your hand on the brick"
So I did
Sell every chicken that a mother****er had in stock, yes I did
Walked to Compton, hot pocket full of rocks, yes I did
Skipped class, yes I did, whooped mother****ers ass, yes I did
****ed a mother****er behind the bleachers while on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on Bloods
You ****in' with Dot, I'll let you choke on your blood
I put that...
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
Raise up, mother****er you are not the homie
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
Raise up, mother****er you are not the homie