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[Intro: Game](Johnny Juliano)(Cardo got wings)Real nigga shitOther night at your crib, it was like me, Black, 40, OBWe just sittin' there, talkin' 'bout lifePlayed some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing[Verse 1: Game]Niggas called me to set you upWant me to come and wet you upCause you a out of town nigga like BiggieHeard about the shit with DiddySo I came through to vest you upAnd I got a vest for 40, a vest for HushA vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and whatI got L.A. unifiedYou better off committin' suicide, teachers ain't testin' usSee, I know how it feel to be platinum-plusNiggas is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you upTax you up, but it's OVO/Blood MoneyNigga catch these bullets like he catch the busDawg, fame is a motherfuckerDo a nigga four favors when you can’t do the fifthHow soon they forget?Run up on you at your granny house, give you nine like Fif'How a nigga s'posed to love you niggas?Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggasDre told me not to trust you niggasYour energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggasJust walkin' 'round the crib like, "Why a nigga can’t live?"Get this money, fuck these bitches thoughThinkin' 'bout the beef like:"We can pass these mothafuckin' straps like a physical"This my city, nigga, everybody know itRidin' 'round town, just me and my Four PoundTucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show itL.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shitNiggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guardLike the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up
[Hook: Drake + Game]Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shitY'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shitY'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with meAll I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hundredL.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hundredL.A., all I ever asked is one hundredL.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hundredAll I ever asked is one hundred
[Verse 2: Drake]Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin'Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colorsTo every single fuckin' functionHad niggas tell me to my face how we were familyAnd how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budgetNow, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funnyPeople been reachin' out to meAnd I'm on some straight unresponsive shitI would have so many friendsIf I didn't have money, respect and accomplishmentsI would have so many friendsIf I held back the truth and I just gave out complimentsI would have all of your fans if I didn't go popAnd I stayed on some conscious shitI would have so many more friendsIf I lost my success and my confidenceI'm in the club every time that they play the competitionIf they even play the competition and I seen the response they getYeah, nobody's even hearin' it, on top of the pyramidMight go to Jamaica, disappear againMy circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself...
[Hook: Drake + Game]Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shitY'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shitY'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with meAll I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hundredL.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hundredL.A., all I ever asked is one hundredL.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hundredAll I ever asked is one hundred
[Verse 3: Game]Miss 4 Cent, that was my real niggaHeld a nigga down since he was a lil' niggaIf he was still alive, he would kill niggasHe was Lil Snupe, I was Meek MillNiggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga thoughCan't think, so you roll up that indigoStressin' while drivin' down Figuero'Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damnMake a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, "Here it go"Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me thoughGuess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie thoughYou niggas don't feel me thoughThat was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watchYou dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city thoughNot even to H-TownSo underground that I gotta be a trill niggaStrapped up from the waist downThat's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real niggaShit was so simple when Henchman was outHe had a young nigga right there with MeechSo happy when Bleu Davinci got outWe came up on these California streetsL.A. niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shitNiggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guardLike the Lil Wayne and Baby shitGot a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?Don't even matter, dawg, cause I'm a always be a real niggaAlways be a real niggaI never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga
[Hook: Drake + Game]Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shitY'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shitY'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with meAll I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hundredL.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hundredL.A., all I ever asked is one hundredL.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hundredAll I ever asked is one hundred