Bad Boy On Death Row - Dave East, The Game

I welcome y’all to greatness

You now witnessin' a legend

Real nigga shit

Uh, I’ve seen it all from a crackhead livin' room

Never get in-tune with negative vibes

Look in my eyes, 27 years of pain when I glance

Thing in my pants, never ever came for romance

Finger fuck her 'til my palm hurt, I came with a plan

I came with a Glock, bullets run out, niggas gettin' socked off top

We were sellin' dope like we was from the ROC

Off pot, hangin' out the Cutlass lettin' off shots

Bill Clinton gettin' head, you buggin', you think I’m not

Donald Trump ain’t safe on my block, got’cha your wifey at IHOP

Your baby mother love that cyclops, my one-eyed monster

Interrogations keep comin' back, shit feel like karma

Had grams now I’m movin' with bands, ain’t talkin' Contra

Verse-y, Lord have mercy on a nigga ridin' in the Mercy

With some Hershey and she from Marcy

The brain Bosley, nigga fuckin', no Bill Cosby

Samsung, champagne spillin' on it beside me

Laced in Tom Ford, hard bottoms in the lobby

I missed the Met Gala, eatin' linguine with the best scallops

Shit, I knew we was the best before I met Khaled

Chasin' lettuce out here lookin' for the next salad

I’m from the East Side of Harlem, I never stress violence

Checks pilin', black shades wave the TEC smilin'

Nautica trunks, a hundred blunts on the next island

My neck stylin', 5 karats on the angel wings

Aventador on Gold Daytons, it’s a Compton thing

Don’t make me switch whips, hop in the Ghost like it’s Halloween

Run up on a con spittin' Ether like I’m out of Queens

Walk up on a nigga, broad day, take him out of things

Leave him like Barkley, make him play the block without a ring

Me and Dave, Styles and Jada, heroin and gasoline

R.I.P.

to Yams, but we in Harlem cookin' collard greens

I start trippin', it’s like Future when he out of lean

And I don’t do construction but this hammer hangin' out my jeans

And what you rappers gon' do when you run out of memes?

You can run on Instagram, but can’t outrun the beam, nigga

Dope in Michigan, Detroit Lions stamp

I run it like Barry Sanders, the Spanish Meyer Lansk'

Hoodlum, my alliances out in Brooklyn

We play steps like Crooklyn, follow the law, Tookie

A hundred bookies, bettin' on Golden State

Fiends sniffin' 8 balls, I watched his face go in that plate

What he snortin' up?

Cuttin' wiretaps, you ain’t recordin' us

Fresh pair of J’s and still I fuck Michael Jordan up

Go to jail, smack CO’s and tell the warden, «What?»

My niggas at your crib with your daughter underwater, stuck

Mastros, order up, Audemar, quarter tuck

Baltimore with the packed pockets fat as Lady Luck

East

Sour got me up in buildings like I’m Peter Parker

Trash bags to the ceilin', it ain’t no need for talkin'

Keep your opinions, when I’m finished, you gon' need a coffin

Out in my city, cameras flashin' like The Beatles walkin'

Knockin' Lenny Kravitz in a 5−5-0, ride by slow

Couple my bitches slide down poles

That Ace of Diamonds, King of Diamonds stadium now we at Onyx

I see head in my future, called that like he designer

A nigga called himself a thug, but we know that he vagina

The rap Jamal Lyon, pour heat, they call cryin'

I’ll crush your Empire, then eat your girl cookie

You only good with the hooks, Hakeem, you fuckin' rookie

Understand that I ain’t like nothin' you ever seen in your fuckin' life

(Nothin')

Bouncer at the club from my block he let me tuck the pipe (I got it)

You havin' problems with your spouse 'cause you don’t fuck her right

I’m probably somewhere shoppin' for a house to keep my comfort right

(Comfortable)

Lennox Ave to Rosecrans, First to Cedar Block

Fiends was up early so I was the first to see the block

East meets West, my nigga

They say Compton is just like Harlem, I know that’s right

Soon as I land in JFK, man, had a fuckin'

Had a fucker' Uber take me to muthafuckin' mid-town, man

Pick up my fuckin' Lambo

Then I am heading to Harlem 145 in Lenox

That’s where I play, Game, nigga

Pull the Lambo in that Amy Ruth’s, they know me in there

Gimme that corner table in the back

Let me get that fried chicken

That cornbread come out first, smokin'

Real nigga shit

Compton