[Verse 1 - Game:]
Back when Dot was hangin at Tops in the Benzo
Freestylin to them Chronic instrumentals no pens and pencils
I was out there Bloodin like a menstrual
With a Backwood clinched between my dentals way back when
When we was outside with the indo
Hotboxin rentals in front of Centennial remedial thoughts
Never thought that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic f*ck bitches ride around bouncin shit
From Impalas to that Harley truck to dishraggin bitches
That was hard to f*ck I came up it was hardly luck
Just left Compton and I aint have to use my AK
What a day what a day

[Verse 2 - Kendrick Lamar:]
Back when my drivers license was baby faced and triflin
I made my way through crisis I made my tape
And recorded portraits in front of sirens I made you hate the vibrant
You cant escape the tyrant you cant relate where Ive been
In 98 my problem actin too grown and shit
Cappin at bitches yeah my religion through songs and shit
On me thats on me
Raise up nigga you are not the homie
Bitch Im well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin with Tetris if your block neglectin your ki
Everyday I wake up with my face up to my father
Makin sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seedAnd harvest All my king stuffin double up my plantation with dollar
Every dream is such reality my deja vu done caught up
Bitch Im brought up with the homies thats on me
24/7 Kendrick reppin these cold streets
Know we live by it die by it then reincarnate
And if Game told me Drive by it I raise AK
Aint no shame on it cry about it f*ck that Ill play
Like no name on it blindsided aint no one safe
Documentary had identities of where Im from
Therefore my energy had to make sure the better me won
It aint no better one son it aint no tellin me nothin
Nigga its Chuck Doc Dre and K the legacys done BLAOW!

[Interlude - Kendrick Lamar:]
Oh man you thought these niggas with attitude would show gratitude
Fooled you
From 2015 to infinity its still bomb weed and Hennessy
I can pimp a butterfly for the energy
Game I need acapella

[Verse 3 - Game:]
There I go give me a minute nigga
Bout to hit a home run K. Dot grab the pennant nigga
Pin it on my Pendleton trap late night Jay Leno them
Got my mom a tennis bracelet Wimbledon of Wilmington
Now can I rap for a minute? Black on the track for a minute
Look in my rhyme book see murder like when I was a fan of No Limit
Aint no gimmicks round here this Compton me Doc and Kendrick
Chronic good kid my first year 3 documentaries
Now Im blockin sentries 16 Impalas
They bounce like they need a dollar
Thats on my mama niggas up and did me a solid
I put that on me thats on me
You get a bullet f*ckin with the lil homie
Thinkin back then like f*ck your rules nigga this is Piru
Slide through with the Erykah Badu
West side Compton nigga dont mind if I do
From Piru Street to my old street
Nigga this Compton grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of dead friends
Round here Crips be sweatin us niggas like a headband
Like whats up cause
(Yo dawg where you from?)
No time to stop and think
Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you blink
Straight outta Compton 3 times I told you
The third time I said it with TDE mothaf*cka
Ill make you eat every letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full I quick pull no more slangin 8 balls on the corner
And all them niggas I used to freestyle with I ate yall on the corner
Call the coroner niggas dead out here
Hangin onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin all that red out here
P snapbacks on niggas heads out here
So dont you come f*ckin with the little homie
So OG they call me Tony
Montana no French my red bandana legit
My uncle told me before he died Just keep your hand on the brick
So I did
Sell every chicken that a nigga had in stock yes I did
Walked to Compton hot pocket full of rocks yes I did
Skipped class yes I did whooped niggas ass yes I did
F*cked a bitch behind the bleachers while on the rag thats on Bloods
Westside thats on Bloods this TEC fly thats on Bloods
You f*ck with Dot Ill let you choke on your blood
I put that...

[Hook - Kendrick Lamar:]
On me thats on me
On me thats on me
On me thats on me
Raise up nigga you are not the homie
On me thats on me
On me thats on me
On me thats on me
Raise up nigga you are not the homie