Home Invasion

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[Verse 1]

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton

With a militant mindset and an innocent conscience

He got into some nonsense, nigga jumped in the car with a strap out

Just got done mixin' dope in the traphouse, black out

Back out, rags out, stack house, tap out

Trigger finger itchy, lookin' for opps

In the city where these niggas do not

**** around when they holdin' them Glocks

Drop the top while you ride in the drop

In the kitchen, like we know Betty Crock

Cut the dope, take it out of the pot

Block it up, then we back on the plot

Niggas jaw-jackin' while the cops passin'

Started jackin' diggys, that's old fashion

Turn the lights off when in lost fashion

Niggas in the field, playin' all Madden

Assassin, we back to back in Impalas and Cadillac

Escalate us, matte black with cactus sticks

Hangin' out the back of it

Niggas don't know the half of it

We come through like we cappin' shit

Ski maskin' shit, click, clack, and shit

All in your mail, open packages

On this Compton shit, demonish it, Chronic kicks with confidence

Ominous, obviously, probably be high as ****

And that's why we trippin', I'ma mind this shit

Wasn't overprimin' it, neighborhoods just to bring our mama shit

Dominic, niggas shit, they gon' wish they left us on the biggest continent

Ugh, politics, the drama gets sticky, hollow tips, I'm lettin' off fifty

Out of it, 'cause I'm ridin' round tipsy, promise this is payback for Nipsey

[Verse 2]

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton

Through a Wag' in his pocket and start callin' it Bompton

He was nickle and dimin', it was the sign of the times when—

Nigga, had to take a deep breath

I tried walkin' straight past him, I see T-Flats and they askin'

I got on my kakis, my rag is hangin' out the back under my backpack

And all my homies in a casket, that's why I'm standin' in a gap with this ratchet

Tryna get to Tams after that walk, all the way to Athens

So what the **** is up? My knuckles up

My daddy always told me that I had to toughen up

I got my hat backwards and the strap back in

I ain't had a thought if they was buckled up

I've been outside, someone jumped in, in my hood they call that "Double Dutch"

This seater block where heaters pop and we catch fades

Come get this uppercut

Back home with the lights off and the roaches

Can't write shit, can't rap, can't focus

Got blunt burns in my grandma sofa

I'm hopin' I don't end up hopeless

Used to play ball, dribble the rock, and **** roaches

Stack where, whether or not, it got moulded

RS talkin' the block, it's not over

Ain't lettin' niggas get shot without motives

Oh, that nigga's blocks, we drive over

Never look back or stop for y'all vultures

Drive shit over the top, see, die focus

Ready or not, we 'bout to take over

We soldiers, hold 'em, not fold 'em, boners is rollin' like Otis

Tempted to take the controller out your hand, **** my composure

Windows get rolled down, we smokin', enemies, I feel whoever

Outside, no matter the weather, handguns is light as a feather

Fly off the handle, you die, no, we ain't waitin' to ride

We cop your slice of the pie and tell 'em they spacin' the sky

[Verse 3]

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Bompton

With a flow like a monster, who was movin' that contraband

Damn, y'all niggas is sick, you better not hold your breath in this bitch

Pressin' the issue, new vet, I'ma show you what the shit do

New TEC and it's military issue, see blood so it definitely hit you

Ayy, blood, what they doin' on the issue? Pass around at the funeral

It's unusal to see his opps standin' in the background

Laugh now, no pat downs, I'm in here with the strap now

Blatt, blatt, blatt, brratt, it's a wrap, niggas ain't comin' back

It's a wrap, you can tell 'em, I said it, nigga been dead and we still ain't dead it

And the whole block live, ten Glock .9s, everybody on they lives, nigga

My team vs. your team, they don't want a sofa, tell 'em take a dive, nigga

Black lives matter, don't they? But niggas kill niggas, won't they?

Pull up on the corner, leave you laid out, next to the ladies sellin' alote

It's "Gang, gang" 'til it's time to role-play, he was ballin' at a nigga, OJ

We in an out and we ain't have to cross Shay, I'm a small criminal, N-E-Yo-Yo-K

I was robbin' niggas, I was jackin' for beats, I was baldhead when my kakis screeched

Jumpin' over fences, what the athletes feed? I was onto Compton, I was packin' heat

Never met D-Way yet, never hit the 101 Freeway yet

In the game, but ain't say EA yet, Outkast ain't made 3K yet

I was in your house, like—