(Intro – Dave East)
I welcome ya’ll to greatness
You now witnessing a legend
Real ni**a s**t
(Verse 1 – Dave East)
Uh, I’ve seen it all from a crackhead living room
Never get in tune with negative vibes
Look in my eyes, 27 years of pain when I glance
Thing in my pants, never ever came for romance
Finger f**king til my palm hurt, I came with the plan
(Verse 2 – The Game)
I came with a Glock, bullets run out, ni**as getting socked off top
We were selling dope, like we was from the rock
Off pot, hanging out the Cutlass letting off shots
Bill Clinton getting head, you bugging, you think I’m not
(Verse 3 – Dave East)
Donald Trump ain’t safe on my block, gotcha your wifey at IHOP
Your baby mother love that cyclops, my one-eyed monster
Interrogations keep coming back, s**t feel like karma
They add grams, now I moving with Benz, ain’t talking contra
(Verse 4 – The Game)
Verse-why, Lord have mercy on a ni**a riding in the Mercy
With some Hershey and she from Marcy
The brain Bosley, ni**a f**king no Bill Cosby
Samsung, champagne spilling on it beside me
Laced in Tom Ford, hard bottoms in the lobby
(Verse 5 – Dave East)
I missed the Met Gala, eating linguine with the best scallops
S**t, I knew we was the best before I met Khaled
Chasing lettuce out here looking for the next salad
I’m from the East Side of Harlem, we never stress valance
Checks piling, black shades wave the Tech smiling
Nautica trunks, a hundred blunts on the next island
(Verse 6 – The Game)
My neck styling, 5 karats on the angel wings
Aventador, Gold Daytons, its a Compton thing
Don’t make me switch ribs, hop in the ghost like it’s Halloween
Run up on a con spitting ether like I am out of Queens
Walk up on a ni** broad day, take him out of things
Leave him like Barkley, make him play the block without a ring
Me and Dave, Styles and Jada, heroin and gasoline
RIP to Yams, when we in Harlem cooking collard greens
I start tripping, it’s like Future when he out of lean
And I don’t do construction but this hammer hanging out my jeans
And what you rappers gong do when you run out of memes
You can run on Instagram, but can’t outrun the beam, ni**a
(Verse 7 – Dave East)
Dope in Michigan, Detroit Lions stamp
I run it like Barry Sanders, the Spanish Meyer Lansky
Hoodlum, my alliances out in Brooklyn
We play steps like Crooklyn, follow the lord, took em
A hundred bookies, betting on Golden State
Fiends sniffing 8 balls as I watched his face go in that plate
(Verse 8 – The Game)
What he snorting up? Cutting wire taps, you ain’t recording us
Fresh pair of J’s, and stilla f**k Michael Jordan up
Go to jail, smack CO’s and tell the warden, what?
My ni**as at your crib, but your daughter underwater stuck
Mastros, order up, Audemar, quarter tuck
Baltimore with the packed pockets fat as Lady Luck
East!
(Verse 9 – Dave East)
Sour got me up in buildings like I’m Peter Parker
Trash bags to the ceiling, it ain’t no need for talking
Keep your opinions, when I’m finished, you gon need a coffin
Out in my city, cameras flashing like The Beatles walking
Knocking Lenny Kravitz in the 550, ride by slow
Couple my b*tches slide down poles
(Verse 10 – The Game)
That Ace of Diamonds, King of Diamonds stadium now we at Onyx
I see head in my future, called that like he designer
Ni**a called himself a thug, but we know that he vagina
The rap Jamal Lyon, pour heat, they call crying
I’ll crush your Empire, then eat your girl cookie
You only good with the hooks, Hakeem, you f**king rookie
(Verse 11 – Dave East)
Understand that ain’t like nothing you ever see in your f**king life
Bouncer at the club from my block you let me tuck the pipe
You having a problems with your spouse, cuz you ain’t f**k her right
I’m probably somewhere shopping for a house to keep my comfort right
Lennox Ave to Rosecrans, First to Cedar Block
Fiends was up early so I was the first to see the block
(Outro – The Game)
East meets West my ni**a
They say Compton is just like Harlem, I know that’s right
Soon as I land in JFK man, had a f**king
Had a f**kerg Uber take me to muthaf**king mid town man
Pick up my f**king Lambo
Then I am heading to Harlem 145 in Lenox
Thats where I play, Game ni**a
Pull the Lambo in that Amy Ruth’s, they know me in there
Gimme that corner table in the back
Let me get that fried chicken
That cornbread come out first, smoking
Real ni**a s**t, Compton
