Chapter 2 - Ad

Killer

He’s a killer?

Hard

For real?

Hard, yeah AD been doing this thing.

And that’s what I love most.

All these artistes that’s from the city, they didn’t just pop up outta nowhere.

AD been grinding since I been grinding, you know what I’m saying?

Yeha

Uh yeah Blue 89

Yeah, you like it?

Dope.

keep it real, he from the city too

Yeah

Dope

Huh, granny died, had me messed up in the head

Last breath by family we bunched up in the bed

Look, she ain’t want me drinking transformed into a drunk instead

Ten bands in casinos I fucked off all the bread

Look, made a lot of moves on the west don’t get the cred

Premonition — I don’t move out this city then I’ll be dead

Uncle let me move in his house, I bought my bed

Started making lil change from this music, it kept me fed

Money got bigger, packed it up and moved to Hollywood

Blacked out in Vegas contemplating if the molly good

People ask me, since you been evolved with this street shit

If you had a chance to change it all, shit I probably would

PR took six bands from me, said I was average

Claim she sent the content to blogs and they wouldn’t have it

I done risked it all for this music, I gotta have it

Now it’s back to the hood as a failure that’d be tragic

Took a step back from these clubs, time to get lowkey

Hope he ain’t mad I done learn so much from OT

He got what the fuck I got

No more playing games with these niggas, time to earn my spot

See the truth is I was tryna recreate the buzz

Got the juice did, had me feeling useless

I wanna be bigger than Uncle Snoop is

But I can’t get these people to listen ‘less it’s some fluke shit

My girl told me no offense but I ain’t sorry

I don’t wanna hear another project with Jay Nari, fuck it

Back to my roots, back to the truth

You get yo stupid ass back in the gym, back in the booth, yeah

I heard it’s no friends in this industry

So everybody around me look like enemies

Man fuck it, bring me the Hennessy

I kill 'em all on these records, can’t match my energy

Huh, shit look

I just lost my nigga D man can’t predict the way I’m taking it

Since we was some youngins he believe that I would make it rich

Rumbles every weekend with it, head up my granny house

I swear to God I heard the news shit that made me sick

I love my city but it’s wicked, took too many from me

I done did a lot of favors, now won’t get a penny from me

Same bitches used to cloud me looking really bummy

Tell me I was always cute to 'em, shit be really funny, nigga

Let me keep it honest

I done read every review, every comment

Like why you always yelling in your records

They would never listen so I had to scream the message, fuck it

Look I won’t hit your town unless the green in it

And D told me, probably hit it like Jardine with it

All my niggas stuntin', fuck the clean image

Once a Blood, now we making money, still gon' steam with it, aye

Ain’t no introduction, know they heard of me

We done had all of these bitches before surgery

80 when you driving it’s an urgency

'Cause every time you speak from the heart, you cause a murder scene, aye

Every line I write I speak the truth with it

Ain’t no competition when I hit the booth with it

Swear I got the proof with it

Fuck the E class, won’t cut it, I need the coupe with it

Kill 'em all, light 'em all, light 'em up

Everybody I can think of

Lot of rappers said they had start shit

They didn’t think I would creep up

Most of my niggas ain’t got none

Still ride around with the heats up

Independent, no label boy

So when I drop a song, it’s for the streets so, whoo

Damn, swear I seen it all

Fucking for the first I’m a need it all

My daughter expenses getting real expensive

If the price ain’t right then we don’t get involved

Wait a minute, they ain’t how the West Coast rock nigga

Yeah, uh, we done did a whole lot in this game

But still got a long way to go, yeah

Look, we gon take it back to elementary

Beating on the tables like the ones in penitentiaries

Still independent but them labels budget tending me

‘Member they all doubt it but I knew that it was meant to be

Wait a minute fuck these instrumentals, I’ma make the beat

Lotta rappers out here claim they out here thuggin', shit just make believe

They ain’t who they claim to be, ain’t nothing to say to me

If they want the feature nowadays they gotta pay the fee

Like wait fuck em all I ain’t turning down for nobody

I done seen a lot of niggas having turned to nobodies

Yeah, plenty good but they all are

Where the hell the music I ain’t heard you in a long time

Damn, yo come to Compton at the wrong time

Golden Eagle, head to Howie’s with the small fries

Hey keep it G, I bet they feel it

And anybody claim they run the city let 'em tell it, uh