[Verse 1: Game] Politics as usual, them palm trees is beautiful Crack rock lingerin', fiends suckin' they cuticles Wear the wrong colors 'round here, ni***s is shootin' you Ni***s workin' out in them pens, stuck in they cubicles Ni***, you killin' who? Street s***, me and Meek s*** F*** with him, f*** around and be your funeral
[Verse 2: Meek Mill] Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through Drive-by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you Ha, cause you will ride for your ni***, right? Now with hearses side by side, with your ni*** right Cause it been plenty nights I barely made it through this life Ni***s want to snatch my soul from me like I'm Jesus Christ
[Verse 3: Game & (Meek Mill)] Compton, California, come and see what my city like (Babies losin' hope when they see they momma hit the pipe) Rosecrans, (Berks Street), ni***s tryin' to murk me (God, it hit me first, G)
This right here the soundtrack to a real ni*** life (Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like) "La-da-da, la-da-da" The soundtrack to a real ni*** life (Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like) "La-da-da, la-da-da" [Verse 4: Meek Mill] Uh, my dog doin' life Cause he ain't had no safety like the Rams' secondary And he come out in 2060, Nevuary, never scared
[Verse 5: Game] Cause I got real ni***s everywhere That'll cut your life short like it's February Killer Cali, where them burnouts is necessary 'Specially when the feds is tappin' phones like secretaries S*** real like 2Pac's obituary Kill him, B.I.G. too, but they memory legendary
[Verse 6: Meek Mill & (Game)] And where I'm from, you get murdered like hereditary They killed my homie, we came back like it was January The first ni*** aimin' to murk, ni*** F*** your chain, want your shoes, your jean and your shirt, ni*** Cause it's cold out, f*** your concert cause you sold out Your dad didn't teach you all that s*** you sing that song 'bout So what you talkin' about? (Absolutely nothin', they ain't us, Meek, f*** 'em, cause)
[Hook] This right here the soundtrack to a real ni*** life (Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like) "La-da-da, la-da-da" The soundtrack to a real ni*** life (Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like) "La-da-da, la-da-da" From Philly to Compton, ni*** I fell in love with these streets, I lost my ni***s too But I'll be d***ed I'll let one of you ni***s take my life
[Verse 7: Game] Meek, tell 'em that I'm back on my grizzly though Most these rappers' life is like a f***in' Miguel video Compton killed eight of my ni***s, but that's my city though Yeah, we movin' birds, but we throw 'em like a Frisbee though Ni***s sellin' flat-screens, sixty-inch VIZIOs Blow on a stone, smokin' chronic on commodes Listenin' to Hov like "I got to get my weight up" The system was made to break us, but they can't take us, no
[Verse 8: Meek Mill] And I know they hate us though cause we really made it though Ballin' like we Jordan, ni***s shootin', try and fade me though O.G. Bobby Johnson, .44 with the potato nose Turn you mashed potato, bro, but it's all gravy though I done been to church to mosque, it couldn't save me though S***, I got to save myself before I try to save a ho F*** your role model, it was gold bottles after the gold hollows
[Hook] This right here the soundtrack to a real ni*** life (Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like) "La-da-da, la-da-da" The soundtrack to a real ni*** life (Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like) "La-da-da, la-da-da"
[00:23.579] [Verse 1: Game] [00:24.128] Politics as usual, them palm trees is beautiful [00:27.579] Crack rock lingerin', fiends suckin' they cuticles [00:30.656] Wear the wrong colors 'round here, ni***s is shootin' you [00:33.596] Ni***s workin' out in them pens, stuck in they cubicles [00:36.716] Ni***, you killin' who? Street s***, me and Meek s*** [00:39.925] F*** with him, f*** around and be your funeral [00:42.990] [00:43.124] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] [00:43.267] Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through [00:46.209] Drive-by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you [00:49.380] Ha, cause you will ride for your ni***, right? [00:52.566] Now with hearses side by side, with your ni*** right [00:55.521] Cause it been plenty nights I barely made it through this life [00:58.444] Ni***s want to snatch my soul from me like I'm Jesus Christ [01:01.434] [01:01.601] [Verse 3: Game & (Meek Mill)] [01:01.871] Compton, California, come and see what my city like [01:04.536] (Babies losin' hope when they see they momma hit the pipe) [01:07.723] Rosecrans, (Berks Street), ni***s tryin' to murk me [01:10.664] (God, it hit me first, G) [01:12.581] [01:12.742] This right here the soundtrack to a real ni*** life [01:15.979] (Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like) [01:19.181] "La-da-da, la-da-da" [01:25.688] The soundtrack to a real ni*** life [01:28.393] (Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like) [01:31.502] "La-da-da, la-da-da" [01:37.749] [Verse 4: Meek Mill] [01:37.995] Uh, my dog doin' life [01:39.289] Cause he ain't had no safety like the Rams' secondary [01:41.761] And he come out in 2060, Nevuary, never scared [01:45.920] [01:46.044] [Verse 5: Game] [01:46.182] Cause I got real ni***s everywhere [01:48.086] That'll cut your life short like it's February [01:51.253] Killer Cali, where them burnouts is necessary [01:54.072] 'Specially when the feds is tappin' phones like secretaries [01:57.141] S*** real like 2Pac's obituary [02:00.216] Kill him, B.I.G. too, but they memory legendary [02:03.041] [02:03.179] [Verse 6: Meek Mill & (Game)] [02:03.318] And where I'm from, you get murdered like hereditary [02:06.688] They killed my homie, we came back like it was January [02:09.565] The first ni*** aimin' to murk, ni*** [02:12.233] F*** your chain, want your shoes, your jean and your shirt, ni*** [02:15.410] Cause it's cold out, f*** your concert cause you sold out [02:18.717] Your dad didn't teach you all that s*** you sing that song 'bout [02:21.801] So what you talkin' about? [02:23.490] (Absolutely nothin', they ain't us, Meek, f*** 'em, cause) [02:26.374] [02:26.510] [Hook] [02:26.635] This right here the soundtrack to a real ni*** life [02:29.982] (Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like) [02:33.162] "La-da-da, la-da-da" [02:39.204] The soundtrack to a real ni*** life [02:42.276] (Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like) [02:45.336] "La-da-da, la-da-da" [02:51.198] From Philly to Compton, ni*** [02:54.562] I fell in love with these streets, I lost my ni***s too [02:58.169] But I'll be d***ed I'll let one of you ni***s take my life [03:02.400] [03:03.378] [Verse 7: Game] [03:04.222] Meek, tell 'em that I'm back on my grizzly though [03:07.911] Most these rappers' life is like a f***in' Miguel video [03:10.877] Compton killed eight of my ni***s, but that's my city though [03:13.943] Yeah, we movin' birds, but we throw 'em like a Frisbee though [03:17.097] Ni***s sellin' flat-screens, sixty-inch VIZIOs [03:20.156] Blow on a stone, smokin' chronic on commodes [03:23.126] Listenin' to Hov like "I got to get my weight up" [03:26.176] The system was made to break us, but they can't take us, no [03:29.469] [03:29.620] [Verse 8: Meek Mill] [03:29.736] And I know they hate us though cause we really made it though [03:32.568] Ballin' like we Jordan, ni***s shootin', try and fade me though [03:35.555] O.G. Bobby Johnson, .44 with the potato nose [03:38.641] Turn you mashed potato, bro, but it's all gravy though [03:41.678] I done been to church to mosque, it couldn't save me though [03:44.813] S***, I got to save myself before I try to save a ho [03:47.883] F*** your role model, it was gold bottles after the gold hollows [03:52.706] [03:52.841] [Hook] [03:52.952] This right here the soundtrack to a real ni*** life [03:56.169] (Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like) [03:59.283] "La-da-da, la-da-da" [04:05.894] The soundtrack to a real ni*** life [04:08.487] (Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like) [04:11.582] "La-da-da, la-da-da"
