[Verse 1: YG] I woke up this morning, I had a boner I went to sleep last night with no bitch, nigga, I was a loner I be going through shit, losin' bitches and homies If I don't make it with this rap shit, nigga, I might be homeless My moms don't got a job, my pop's checks ain't enough If ain't bringin' home that money, my whole family is fucked I swear I move like the mob, I'm watchin' movies too much If niggas wanted you dead, what would you suggest? They wonder why I do drugs and hang with thugs Since I made it the city hated, wait, where is the love? I ride around with my gun, this is not for fun I stay protected cause my homie just took one to the lung Had him on life support, where's the family support? He knew who shot him, but he ain't even show up in court Yeah, that's a real G, nigga, he on a kill spree, nigga The homie popped him so I hope he don't kill me, nigga
[Hook: YG]x2 That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' I be going through some things, you don't know what I've been thinkin'
[Verse 2: YG] Now I'm ridin' through traffic with 2Pac blastin' With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin' Like what bitches I fucked, when, how and where You ain't my main bitch so why the fuck do you care That's why bitches get fucked, then turn around and get left Somebody need to teach them less talk, more sex I'm pressed when I'm stressed, my granny tell me I'm blessed Well, why the fuck do Jesus Christ got me goin' through this shit? Everybody need favors, what happens if I go broke? Or say I ain't got it, then buy my lolo some new spokes Right up in your fake setup, fuck you up like some mace So fuck your handout, give a young nigga some space Give a nigga some Ace, give me a blunt that's laced Sprinkle some molly in it, watch me take this shit to my face The snitch is the shooter, they took time away from his case Holy shit, oh lawd, where is the world today?
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[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] I swear this industry shit, to me is one big ass lick I walk inside of a buildin', tell the A&R nigga strip Tell 'em I need all of my chips, my life been known Section 8 I've been a welfare case, AFDC pump fake Meanwhile I'm grindin' cause drug money ain't like rap money Four white kilo snow bunny, equal one whole show, dummy I'm on this tour bus and I'm fucked up, I got a bad call, they killed [?] They killed Chad my big homie Pup Puppy eyes in my face, bruh, and I've really been drinkin' Why the fuck I've really been smokin'? What the fuck, I'm the sober one When I'm so stressed out I can't focus Hideout when I ride out, ski mask with the eyes out Speed past in the Cutlass-me and little Ocho And we young nigga hop out 2 tears in a bucket, I feel like fuck it That's the price of fame, recognize my pain, that's all I know All alone, but I'm out here though Call my troops like vamonos I'm on this tour bus and I'm fucked up I got a bad call, and it's all bad Off OG with my OG and some OE, by the tall glass