Life - The Game

My daddy ain’t going nowhere

Never

Whether we dribble out this motherfucker

Wrap rock or riddle out this motherfucker

We gon' get up out this motherfucker

Same way that Venus did, Serena did, we them kids

Whitney was talking 'bout, that’s how it was

Before my brother caught them slugs and I watched coroners chalk him out

That ain’t my brother in that box, what niggas talking 'bout?

Couldn’t Paul Bearer 'cause I was too weak to walk him out

And that’s real shit, I’m dedicated

Like Pac was to Jada before Jada met Will Smith

I’m already turnt up, chronic still burnt up

Fuck outta here, with all that lean and popping pills shit

Jump in my Impala get it hopping with a kill switch

I done been around the world, my life is like a field trip

I done been to Africa, seen niggas in Attica

Cops killing our youth, these numbers ain’t adding up

Like that white boy sitting in a prison cell

Killed 9 people in a church, how he living still?

I couldn’t understand, I spent hours

With Farrakhan, just begging him to let me be the millionth man

But some of these niggas just make you wanna kill a man

And let the .38 spin like a ceiling fan

Separate your body from soul, soul from Earth

Roll a blunt with your remains and then ash it in the dirt

Listen, you ain’t a Christian 'cause you go to church

Listen, you ain’t a gangster 'cause you got the work

A real gangster’s one who take care of his whole family

Like me, even though my baby mama can’t stand me

Her name tattooed on my neck, nigga it’s branded

And my fucking kids tighter than Ray J and Brandy

Yeah, I give it to you so you understand

Fucking bitches took my family

Bye baby, rock-a-bye baby

No tears or sobs, baby, been listening to Nas lately

And I can’t lie, baby, been missing them thighs, baby

But it’s more to life than Gucci and Louis Vuitton, baby

It’s more to life than tripping on lies, baby

Put feelings aside, baby, you Nicki Minaj, baby

One day we all die, baby

So I’d rather go hard, keep Cali alive, baby

Yeah, keep Cali alive, baby

Double entendre, nigga, that’s my baby

And don’t nobody father kids like me

Word to Kevin Hart, take care of they rib like me

I made fucked up decisions but don’t let 'em crucify me

I’m still the same nigga on my California ID

Yeah, Compton nigga

Blame Dre, it’s his fault that I’m a monster, nigga

I was selling crack in west side Bompton, nigga

Yeah I can rap, but I ain’t ask for no sponsors, nigga

I was light skin and young, Klay Thompson, nigga

15, had guns like Contra, nigga

Now they call me bipolar, big contradiction

This The Documentary 2 without Doc’s prescription

Motherfucker