Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face
Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,
Maybe his hopes were not in a slight able to come to life.
Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice
This boa, what's your motivation
And i'm still not ready to pack it in
They said in my head im not to stable,
Tell your girls, to come join our table
And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely
The place to start is in our music, not the economy
Got her the bently coup, she call that old news
Not much shit in this world to amuse
That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win
About bullshit and the truth not sure which one to believe in
But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school
Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool
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