The Soundtrack (feat. Meek Mill)

Politics as usual, them palm trees is beautiful
 Crack rock lingerin', fiends suckin' they cuticles
 Wear the wrong colors 'round here, niggas is shootin' you
 Niggas workin' out in them pens, stuck in they cubicles
 Nigga, you killin' who? Street shit, me and Meek shit
 Fuck with him, fuck around and be your funeral
 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 nigga, right?
 Now with hearses side by side, with your nigga right
 Cause it been plenty nights I barely made it through this life
 Niggas want to snatch my soul from me like I'm Jesus Christ
 Compton, California, come and see what my city like
 (Babies losin' hope when they see they momma hit the pipe)
 Rosecrans, (Berks Street), niggas tryin' to murk me
 (God, it hit me first, G)
 This right here the soundtrack to a real nigga life
 (Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like)
 "La-da-da, la-da-da"
 The soundtrack to a real nigga life
 (Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like)
 "La-da-da, la-da-da"
 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
 Cause I got real niggas 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
 Shit real like 2Pac's obituary
 Kill him, B.I.G. too, but they memory legendary
 And where I'm from, you get murdered like hereditary
 They killed my homie, we came back like it was January
 The first nigga aimin' to murk, nigga
 Fuck your chain, want your shoes, your jean and your shirt, nigga
 Cause it's cold out, fuck your concert cause you sold out
 Your dad didn't teach you all that shit you sing that song 'bout
 So what you talkin' about?
 (Absolutely nothin', they ain't us, Meek, fuck 'em, cause)
 This right here the soundtrack to a real nigga life
 (Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like)
 "La-da-da, la-da-da"
 The soundtrack to a real nigga life
 (Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like)
 "La-da-da, la-da-da"
 From Philly to Compton, nigga
 I fell in love with these streets, I lost my niggas too
 But I'll be damned I'll let one of you niggas take my life
 Meek, tell 'em that I'm back on my grizzly though
 Most these rappers' life is like a fuckin' Miguel video
 Compton killed eight of my niggas, but that's my city though
 Yeah, we movin' birds, but we throw 'em like a Frisbee though
 Niggas 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
 And I know they hate us though cause we really made it though
 Ballin' like we Jordan, niggas 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
 Shit, I got to save myself before I try to save a ho
 Fuck your role model, it was gold bottles after the gold hollows
 This right here the soundtrack to a real nigga life
 (Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like)
 "La-da-da, la-da-da"
 The soundtrack to a real nigga life
 (Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like)
 "La-da-da, la-da-da"