作词 : Jayceon Terrell Taylor

作曲 : Jayceon Terrell Taylor

[Refrain]

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton

With a militant mindset and an innocent conscience

He got into some nonsense

[Verse 1]

Nigga jumped in the car with a strap out

Just got done mixin' **** in the trap house, black out

Back out, rags out, stack house, tap out

Trigger finger itchy, lookin' for opps

In the city where these niggas do not

**** around when they holdin' them Glocks

Drop the top while you ride in the drop

In the kitchen like we know Betty Crock'

Cook the ****, take it out of the pot

Rock it up then we back on the block

Niggas jaw-jackin' while the cars passin'

Started jackin' Dickies, that's our fashion

Turn the lights off when the law's flashin'

Niggas in the field, playin' all Madden

Assassin, we back-to-back in

Impalas and Cadillac

Escalades, matte black

With cactus sticks hangin' out the back of it

Niggas don't know the half of it

We come through like we cappin' shit

Ski maskin' shit, click-clackin' shit

All in your mail, open packages

On this Compton shit, demonic shit

Chronic hits with confidence, ominous

Obviously, probably be high as ****

And that's why we trippin', I'ma mind the shit

Running over prominent

Neighborhoods just to bring our mama shit

Dominant nigga shit

They gon' wish they left us on the biggest continent

Hood politics, the drama gets sticky

Hollow tips, I'm lettin' off fifty

Out of it 'cause I'm ridin' round tipsy

Promise this is payback for Nipsey

[Refrain]

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton

Threw a rag in his pocket and start callin' it Bompton

He was nickel and dimin', was the sign of the times when—

Nigga had to take a deep breath

[Verse 2]

I tried walkin' straight past him

I seen T-Flats and they askin'

I got on my khakis, my rag is hangin'

Out the back under my backpack

And all my homies in a casket

That's why I'm standin' in the Gap with this ratchet

Tryna get to Tam's

After that, walk all the way to Athens

So what the **** is up? My knuckles up

My daddy always told me that I had to toughen up

I got my hat backwards and the strap back in

I ain't have a thought if they was buckled up

I've been outside since I was jumped in

In my hood, they call that Double Dutch

This Cedar Block where heaters pop

And we catch fades, come get this uppercut

Back home with the lights off and the roaches

Can't write shit, can't rap, can't focus

Got blunt burns in my grandma sofa

I'm hopin' I don't end up hopeless

Used to play ball, dribble the rock and **** roaches

Stack bread whether or not it got molded

All red, circle the block, it's not over

Ain't lettin' niggas get shot without motives

All dead niggas' blocks we drive over

Never look back or stop for y'all vultures

Drive straight over the tops and got focus

Ready or not, we 'bout to take over

We soldiers, hold 'em, not fold 'em

Boulders is rollin' like Otis

Tempted to take the controller

Out your hand, **** my composure

Windows get rolled down, we smokin'

Enemies, opps and whoever

Outside, no matter the weather

Handguns is light as a feather

Fly off the handle, you die

No, we ain't waitin' to ride

We called your slice of the pie

And tell 'em they space in the sky

[Refrain]

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Bompton

With a flow like a monster who was movin' that contraband

Damn, y'all niggas is sick

You bet' not hold your breath in this *****

[Verse 3]

Pressin' the issue, new 'Vette

I'ma show you what the shit do, new TEC

And it's military issue, see blood

So it definitely hit you, ayy, Blood

What they do with all the tissue?

Pass around at the funeral, it's unusual

To see his opps standin' in the background, laugh now

No pat downs, I'm in here with the strap now

Blatt-blatt-blatt, brratt

It's a wrap, niggas ain't comin' back

It's a wrap, you can tell 'em I said it

Nigga been dead and we still ain't dead it

And the whole block live, ten Glock .9s

Everybody on they Lives, nigga

My team vers' your team

Middle of the SoFi, tell 'em take a dive, nigga

Black lives matter, don't they?

But niggas kill niggas, won't they?

Pull up on the corner, leave you laid out

Next to the lady sellin' elote

It's "Gang-gang" 'til it's time to roleplay

He was ballin' at a nigga, OJ

We in and out and we ain't have to crochet

I'm a smooth criminal, Annie, are you okay?

I was robbin' niggas, I was jackin' for beats

I was baldhead with my khakis creased

Jumpin' over fences with the athletes feet

I was off to Compton, I was packin' heat

Never met D-Wade yet

Never hit the 101 Freeway yet

In the game, but ain't say EA yet

OutKast ain't made 3K yet

I was in your house like—