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I know we all know you from Compton. Have you heard about the rapper from Compton name AD? He just dropped his mixtape, Blue 89 Killer He’s a killer? Hard For real? Hard, yeah AD been doing this thing. And that’s what I love most. All these artistes that’s from the city, they didn’t just pop up outta nowhere. AD been grinding since I been grinding, you know what I’m saying? Yeha Uh yeah Blue 89 Yeah, you like it? Dope. keep it real, he from the city too Yeah Dope Huh, granny died, had me messed up in the head Last breath by family we bunched up in the bed Look, she ain’t want me drinking transformed into a drunk instead Ten bands in casinos I fucked off all the bread Look, made a lot of moves on the west don’t get the cred Premonition - I don’t move out this city then I’ll be dead Uncle let me move in his house, I bought my bed Started making lil change from this music, it kept me fed Money got bigger, packed it up and moved to Hollywood Blacked out in Vegas contemplating if the molly good People ask me, since you been evolved with this street shit If you had a chance to change it all, shit I probably would PR took six bands from me, said I was average Letras de cancionesClaim she sent the content to blogs and they wouldn’t have it I done risked it all for this music, I gotta have it Now it’s back to the hood as a failure that’d be tragic Took a step back from these clubs, time to get lowkey Hope he ain’t mad I done learn so much from OT He got [?] what the fuck I got No more playing games with these niggas, time to earn my spot See the truth is I was tryna recreate the buzz Got the juice did, had me feeling useless I wanna be bigger than Uncle Snoop is But I can’t get these people to listen ‘less it’s some fluke shit My girl told me no offense but I ain’t sorry I don’t wanna hear another project with Jay Nari, fuck it Back to my roots, back to the truth You get yo stupid ass back in the gym, back in the booth, yeah I heard it’s no friends in this industry So everybody around me look like enemies Man fuck it, bring me the Hennessy I kill 'em all on these records, can't match my energy Huh, shit look I just lost my nigga D man can’t predict the way I’m taking it Since we was some youngins he believe that I would make it rich Rumbles every weekend with it, head up my granny house I swear to God I heard the news shit that made me sick I love my city but it’s wicked, took too many from me I done did a lot of favors, now won't get a penny from me Same bitches used to cloud me looking really bummy Tell me I was always cute to 'em, shit be really funny, nigga Let me keep it honest I done read every review, every comment Like why you always yelling in your records They would never listen so I had to scream the message, fuck it Look I won’t hit your town unless the green in it And D told me, probably hit it like Jardine with it All my niggas stuntin', fuck the clean image Once a Blood, now we making money, still gon' steam with it, aye Ain’t no introduction, know they heard of me We done had all of these bitches before surgery 80 when you driving it’s an urgency 'Cause every time you speak from the heart, you cause a murder scene, aye Every line I write I speak the truth with it Ain’t no competition when I hit the booth with it Swear I got the proof with it Fuck the E class, won’t cut it, I need the coupe with it Kill 'em all, light 'em all, light 'em up Everybody I can think of Lot of rappers said they had start shit They didn’t think I would creep up Most of my niggas ain’t got none Still ride around with the heats up Independent, no label boy So when I drop a song, it's for the streets so, whoo Damn, swear I seen it all Fucking for the first I’m a need it all My daughter expenses getting real expensive If the price ain’t right then we don’t get involved Wait a minute, they ain’t how the West Coast rock nigga Yeah, uh, we done did a whole lot in this game But still got a long way to go, yeah Look, we gon take it back to elementary Beating on the tables like the ones in penitentiaries Still independent but them labels budget tending me ‘Member they all doubt it but I knew that it was meant to be Wait a minute fuck these instrumentals, I’ma make the beat Lotta rappers out here claim they out here thuggin', shit just make believe They ain’t who they claim to be, ain’t nothing to say to me If they want the feature nowadays they gotta pay the fee Like wait fuck em all I ain't turning down for nobody I done seen a lot of niggas having turned to nobodies Yeah, plenty good but they all are Where the hell the music I ain’t heard you in a long time Damn, yo come to Compton at the wrong time [?] Golden Eagle, head to Howie's with the small fries Hey keep it G, I bet they feel it And anybody claim they run the city let 'em tell it, uh From Letras Mania