Pharaohs - Dom Kennedy, The Game, Jay 305

Wake up every morning and I’m grateful

To my city, I remain faithful

To my bandana, I will never disgrace you

To my dead homies, I will never erase you, fuck with me though

Memory of my nigga Vito

Back and forth to Toledo

Everything stuffed in that Regal, come on

On that 10, twin Desert Eagles

We let them birds fly like eagles

Get your head cracked for that kilo

Bust a strap and reload, shoot them shots like free throws

Tires burning 'til they bald, like they went through chemo

All the niggas we know, they stick to the G Code

Throw that dolphin in that water, like you Dan Marino, nigga

Don’t do no faking, don’t take no losses, nigga

If you get caught, you close your mouth, don’t take they offer nigga

We blow this green like we in Boston, nigga

Yeah we flossin', can’t fit no Escalade in your coffin, nigga

Coughin' on Gelato

House in Calabasas, look like niggas just hit the lotto

We out here on our bullshit, like Chicago

Other peoples money, that’s the motto

Everyday I wake up, man I’m grateful

To this L.A. shit, I’m faithful

I used to rent Juice at the Blockbuster

Turned lemons to lemonade, man they gotta love us

If not, I’ma still bang this anyway

Since '84, and I would never change

Hell nah, I ain’t never bang

Back against the wall, I can’t hesitate, fuck with me though

We got that good product

Influenced by Pac way before he got shot up

Real recognize real and we in the hills

Benzel on the Samsungs, smoking out of papers

'Merican Gangster I replace, you wasn’t patient

Now I’m tasting what I dished out, Rosé, Cristal

Vocals getting mixed down, chicks getting mixed down

Dom need a big house, Cinco need a big house

Wake up every morning, Lord, I’m grateful

Crenshaw and King, where my name known

All around the world, that’s my billboard

All my niggas kings, ain’t no Game of Thrones

Flip it, get rich off a zone — Chickens

Whip it, whippin' up a home — Listen

Quit bitchin', get it on your own

Yeah, I’m from where, I’m from, ain’t no love where I’m from

But I love where I’m from, auntie Bertha smoking dope

Smoking dope with her son, you can die with a gun

South Central got more bodies than the World War I

I’m too busy making plays, if you ain’t 'bout it get out the way

We don’t ever settle down, no, no

Couldn’t put the metal down, no, no

We on different levels now, now, now

Living like a Pharaoh — Living like a Pharaoh

Never let 'em near your crown, no

Keep your eye on the sparrow, now

We on different levels now

Living like a Pharaoh — Living like a Pharaoh