Gangland - Mr. Criminal, Stomper, Compton AD

Really from the set, that I say I am

Gangsta and all this by the way I am

Special competition anyway I am

Crazy like I’m shady just the way I am

Black & brown Pride and the sets again

Fumbled all my life, man I’m blessed to win

Where you from?

Say it with your chest again

Where you from?

Say it with your chest again

40 cal on me, cause them niggas be talking

Well I’m bound to pull it out, so you better get walking

I’ve been thugging all my life, all I know is crip walking

You ain’t bout the life, bout to pick a big coffin

Listen AD, on my side foos roll way deep

Them little locos in the varrio, that mean they crazy

And where I’m from, w didn’t grow up off no Jay-Z

But still loved the hard knock life, lik Lazy & Crazy

But I ain’t talking about no Bone Thugs

I’m talking homies in the pinta

Wishing that the homies showed love

Believe me this life we lived before this rap shit

Was all automatic straps and wrapped up in elastic, it’s tragic

Only 12 years old, was taught to blast shit

Only 13 in front of a judge or a casket

It’s madness, the way we grew up in these Cali streets

It’s like we living in hell on earth

With the mark of the beast

Well it’s like fuck the police, coming straight from the underground

Where muthafuckas got it bad, cause we brown & proud

Bust a couple rounds, shut em up shut em down

Even your prison cell, couldn’t keep a good man down

I blaze a pound with my hounds, clutching muscle now

RIP to my G Nipsey Hussle town

Sounds of crime in my mind, I’m a lose my dough

I’m Al Capone with the chrome, stop

With Mr. Criminal & Compton AD cap

Now they knowing I been rolling with the Crime Lab

So how you feeling bout a Mexican with attitude?

Posted at the 7−11, up on them avenues

Sick dreams on the realer, kill a Donnie Brasco

Been to Chino, seen Delano, fuck Wasco

Sick vato from the pick, number seven six

You muthafuckers run your lips like a little bitch