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ad – chapter 2 lyrics

[spoken intro]
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
k!ller
he’s a k!ller?
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

[verse 1]
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 f-cked 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 sh-t
if you had a chance to change it all, sh-t i probably would
pr took six bands from me, said i was average
claim 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 f-ck i got
no more playing games with these n-ggas, 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 sh-t
my girl told me no offense but i ain’t sorry
i don’t wanna hear another project with jay nari, f-ck it
back to my roots, back to the truth
you get yo stupid -ss 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 f-ck it, bring me the hennessy
i k!ll ’em all on these records, can’t match my energy
huh, sh-t look

[verse 2]
i just lost my n-gga 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 sh-t 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 b-tches used to cloud me looking really bummy
tell me i was always cute to ’em, sh-t be really funny, n-gga
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, f-ck 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 n-ggas stuntin’, f-ck 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 b-tches 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 compet-tion when i hit the booth with it
swear i got the proof with it
f-ck the e cl-ss, won’t cut it, i need the coupe with it
k!ll ’em all, light ’em all, light ’em up
everybody i can think of
lot of rappers said they had start sh-t
they didn’t think i would creep up
most of my n-ggas 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
d-mn, swear i seen it all
f-cking 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 n-gga

[verse 3]
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 f-ck these instrumentals, i’ma make the beat
lotta rappers out here claim they out here thuggin’, sh-t 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 f-ck em all i ain’t turning down for n0body
i done seen a lot of n-ggas having turned to n0bodies
yeah, plenty good but they all are
where the h-ll the music i ain’t heard you in a long time
d-mn, 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

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