[Intro: Game]
Johnny Juliano,
Cardo got wings,
Real nigga shit.
Other night at your crib it was like me, Black, 40, OB,
We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life,
Played some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing…
[Verse 1: Game]
Niggas called me to set you up,
Want me to come and wet you up,
‘Cause you a out of town nigga like Biggie,
Heard about the shit with Diddy.
So I came through to vest you up,
And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush,
A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest, and what?
I got L.A. unified, you better off committin' suicide,
Teachers ain't testin' us,
See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus,
Niggas is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up,
Tat you up, but it's OVO, Blood Money,
Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus.
Dawg, fame is a mothafucka,
Do a nigga four favors when you can't do the fifth,
How soon they forget?
Run up on you at your granny house, give you 9 like Fif',
How a nigga sposed to love you niggas?
Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas,
Dre told me not to trust you niggas,
Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas.
Just walkin' 'round the crib like, «Why a nigga can't live?»
Get this money, fuck these bitches, though,
Thinkin' 'bout the beef like,
«We can pass these mothafuckin' straps like a physical.»
This my city, nigga, everybody know it,
Ridin' 'round town, just me, and my four pound
Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it.
L.A. niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit,
Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard,
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up.
[Chorus: Drake & Game]
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit,
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit,
Y'all better off realizin' there's nothing that y'all could do wit' me,
All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100.
L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, 100,
L.A., all I ever asked is 100,
L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, 100.
All I ever asked is 100.
[Verse 2: Drake]
Thank me later, thanks for nothing, thanks for bluffin',
Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors
To every single fuckin' function.
Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family,
And how they love me while they was skimmin' off the budget.
Now, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny,
People been reachin' out to me,
And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit.
I would have so many friends
If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments,
I would have so many friends
If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments,
I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop
And I stayed on some conscious shit,
I would have so many more friends
If I lost my success and my confidence.
'm in the club every time that they play the competition
If they even play the competition, and I seen the response they get.
Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramid,
Might go to Jamaica, disappear again,
My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself…
[Chorus: Drake & Game]
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit,
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit,
Y'all better off realizin' there's nothing that y'all could do wit' me,
All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100.
L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, 100,
L.A., all I ever asked is 100,
L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, 100.
All I ever asked is 100.
[Verse 3: Game]
Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga,
Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga,
If he was still alive, he would kill niggas,
He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill.
Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga, though,
Can't think, so you roll up that indigo,
Stressin' while drivin' down Figueroa,
Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn!
Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, «Here it go!»
Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me, though,
Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie, though,
You niggas don't feel me, though.
That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch,
You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city, though,
Not even to H-Town,
So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga,
Strapped up from the waist down,
That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga.
Shit was so simple when Henchman was out,
He had a young nigga right there with Meech,
So happy when Bleu Da Vinci got out,
We came up on these California streets,
L.A. niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit,
Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit.
Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?
Don't even matter, dawg, ‘cause Imma always be a real nigga,
Always be a real nigga,
I never learned how to be nothing but a real nigga.
[Chorus: Drake & Game]
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit,
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit,
Y'all better off realizin' there's nothing that y'all could do wit' me,
All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100.
L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, 100,
L.A., all I ever asked is 100,
L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, 100.
All I ever asked is 100.