Good As Gone

What money got to do with it
 When I don't know the full definition of a rap image?
 I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
 Institutionalized, I keep runnin' back for a visit
 Hol' up, get it back
 I said I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
 Institutionalized, I could still kill me a nigga, so what?
 If I was the president
 I'd pay my mama's rent
 Free my homies and them
 Bulletproof my Chevy doors
 Lay in the White House and get high, Lord
 Who ever thought?
 Master, take the chains off me!
 Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom
 Zoom, Zoom, Zoom
 Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom
 Zoom, Zoom, Zoom
 Shit
 Life can be like a box of chocolate
 Quid pro quo, somethin' for somethin', that's the obvious
 Oh shit, flow's so sick, don't you swallow it
 Bitin' my style, you're salmonella poison positive
 I can just alleviate the rap industry politics
 Milk the game up, never lactose intolerant
 The last remainder of real shit, you know the obvious
 Me, scholarship? No, streets put me through colleges
 Be all you can be, true, but the problem is
 Dream only a dream if work don't follow it
 Remind me of the homies that used to know me, now follow this
 I'll tell you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too loyal
 K Dizzle will do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god
 Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually you're never charged
 But somethin' came over you once I took you to the fuckin' BET Awards
 You lookin' at artists' like the harvests
 So many Rollies around you and you want all of them
 Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry
 I should've listened when my grandmama said to me
 Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, nigga
 Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, boy
 Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, nigga
 Oh now, slow down
 And once upon a time, in a city so divine
 Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
 He was 5 foot something, God bless the kid
 Took his homie to the show and this is what they said
 Fuck am I 'posed to do when I'm lookin' at walkin' licks?
 The constant big money talk 'bout the mansion and foreign whips
 The private jets and passport, presidential glass floor
 Gold bottles, gold models, sniffin' up the ass for
 Instagram flicks, suckin dick, fuck is this?
 One more sucker wavin' wit a flashy wrist
 My defense, mechanism tell me to get him
 Quickly because he got it
 It's a recession, then why the fuck he at King of Diamonds?
 No more livin' poor, meet my four-four
 When I see 'em, put the per diem on the floor
 Now Kendrick, know they're your co-workers
 But it's gon' take a lot for this pistol go cold turkey
 Now I can watch his watch on the TV and be okay
 But see I'm on the clock once that watch landin' in LA
 Remember steal from the rich and givin' it back to the poor?
 Well that's me at these awards
 I guess my grandmama was warnin' a boy
 She said...
 Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, nigga
 Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, boy
 Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, nigga
 Oh now, slow down
 And once upon a time, in a city so divine
 Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
 He was 5 foot something, dazed and confused
 Talented but still under the neighborhood ruse
 You can take your boy out the hood but you can't take the hood out the homie
 Took his show money, stashed it in the mozey wozey
 Hollywood's nervous
 Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for your service