Compton - The Game, Stat Quo

I wake up in the morning chilling with my feet up

Looking on my Instagram for pussy to beat up

Hey, Sap turn that beat up, hey nigga roll that weed up

Riding through the hood top down trowing that B up

Turn that YG up, cause niggas fed up

Niggas get murdered in my city not keeping their head up

I’m talking Bloods, Crips and shit

Bodies twisting like licorice

Watch when that pistol lit, niggas hit the fence

Cowards, ducking in them lead showers

Couple of niggas be snitching, pointing like Watts towers

That’s how niggas get locked up

40 Glocc tough?

what?

That nigga got socked up

And he suing me for four point five

Let me see, move the decimal

Once to the right, that’s a forty five

Glock at the light, now you a vegetable

Tell 'em niggas where I’m from … you heard

Stat tell em niggas where I’m from

AR tell em niggas where I’m from … Esco

Dre, tell em niggas where I’m from

The city of money, power and tears

Overdoses, nightmares, yeah

Can’t walk around here keep talking around here guns spark around here

Yeah

Atlanta nigga, my nigga raised round J’s, ran plays

Throwing up trey’s, my dogs squeeze triggers

Dreaming on what we be when we bigger

Firm Biz delivered

Haters shiver, they see us

Sedans filled with divas

Sniffing Justin Bieber

We staying in the game

You lames’s in the bleachers

Luxury vehicles with all the latest features

The preachers can’t reach us

Smoking kush on the beaches, no reception

It’s a blessing ever since recession just progression

Bank account stretching, models in my section

As I stare at my reflection, boss nigga

These bitches love my complexion, they ain’t just talk nigga

Huh

Crack in the pot let it bubble on the block

Watch it double so we can huddle and ball with the Roc

Got niggas from, Watson, S.W.A.T.'s and niggas from Harlem

But my niggas from Compton it’s a problem

Firm Biz

(Stat Quo: Yeah) Tell 'em niggas where I’m from … you heard

Stat tell em niggas where I’m from (Stat Quo: DT)

Hey ya’ll tell em niggas where I’m from … Esco

Drake, tell em niggas where I’m from

The city of money, power and tears

Overdoses, nightmares, yeah

Can’t walk around here keep talking around here guns spark around here

Yeah

I swear these niggas lame my nigga

You a iPhone 5c nigga

You understand that?

You the nigga that got the Turquoise back

Your pull that shit out, niggas’ll slapping you off real

Straight molly-whopping you dog, you’re not welcome

IPhone 5c ass nigga

You thought you was just gonna cut the corner and pay 99 to shine

We don’t fuck with you nigga

Half price ass bitch ass soft ass lame ass nigga

You understand me?

Yeah