87 Cutlass lyrics

[Verse 1: The Game]
When I exit the 110 at Compton, I start c*cking sh*t
Halloween ain't sh*t when you stuck at the light with a Compton crip
n*ggas don't make it out
My grandma Lilly named me Game
But these two AK's ain't nothing to play about
I had a jumper and hoop dreams, but I couldn't wait it out
Wrote weed on my scholarship letters and took the paper route
Crips know where I stay every other day, had to spray it out
Compton sheriffs hit the crib, I’m hiding in the neighbor's house
Moms kicked me out, had to move all my sh*t to David house
His moms told me pull my own weight, here, weigh it out
That water boil, take it out
Professor clumps in that mason jar
Look like I'm having a sеizure when I shake it out
In thе trap trying to focus, writing raps on the sofa
Thought the house was tapped
Cause I can see antennas on the roaches
n*ggas can't tell me nothing about being poor
Extendos on the phone cord
Pull that b*tch from the kitchen to the front door
Seen one bullet, put a n*gga under
Seen a n*gga survive a whole clip with staples from his ear to his stomach
My uncle got stabbed, f*cked up a whole summer
My sister got shot in the ass, my n*gga, she wasn't running
My life ain't a movie, it’s a series on Prime
I told Juan, feed me my own di*k if I ever drop a dime
If n*ggas owe me and still ain't pay me, it's never mine
It's like a rollie on the ground, I ain't tripping over time
I ain't tripping on 50, all that sh*t I left behind
Ain't tripping on Interscope for that slave deal that I signed
I gave 'em five albums, it was nine
In the contract, told Berman, “drop me or this f*cking nine getting c*cked back”
Been independent for ten summers, it’s like Ella Mai and Mustard
Big ass riding with me in his Hummer
Wish my n*gga Vail could see me now
How you make it out of Compton and get murdered out of town
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
They caught the homie slipping, it ain't show him no remorse
So I walk around with that fire, like I'm carrying a torch
Been known to get it jumping since I hopped up off the porch
Pocket full of dead prezzies and a closet full of corpses (Hey)
Being broke, the only thing I looked at as a threat
Trials and tribulations, real and fake can never mesh
Only dotted line to have a sign was on a check
I gotta keep it on me, I got million dollar flesh
I got the game plan
I got million dollar views behind these Ray-Bans
They bought seats, but I'm someone that they can't stand
I'm so, how about these clouds that I can't land
So please don't pray for me (Yeah)
And if I die before I wake, just save that space for me
But please don't pray for me

[Verse 2: The Game]
I 'don f*cked a celebrity b*tch for every dead homie I got
Flipped the truck off Ciroc, that sh*t worse than getting shot
Ain't die, get a DUI, my guardian angel, Pac
He probably up there telling God, if Chuck die the world stop
Not even a 20 year old Iron Mike Tyson punching my clock
Got Meek on a song after this, and he used to be my opp
But he called me on his first day out and we spoke about a lot
He said he love LA and with my blessings he gon' buy a spot
I told him cop it by the beach, 'cause in the summer it get hot
If they can kill B.I.G., they can kill us like they did to n*gga Pac
Don't trust n*ggas in my own state, c*ck it back
Played a rear view a few times before I open up my own gate
If I don't make it home safe, I told my oldest son put C4 on that home safe
And spin it at your own pace
I'm 42, another 42, that’s gon' be home base
I'm in this sh*t for life, eyes are bright
I beat my own case
No matter which way the camera rotate, I choose my own fate
Put the mask up, I ain't got COVID, I show my whole face
Drown all my demons and ask them how this Patron taste
Pat me down at the club, and you gone feel that sh*t is on waste
It's on soon as Soulja Boy tell him to look the wrong way
50 round drums, slugs click in like a phone case
I put that on Dre, ain’t nobody gon' push me
I ain't scared of no n*gga that was a baby when he came put the pus*y
I bang, and I ain't never said I was T. Rogers or Tookie
But I shoot up a library before I let the feds book me
And this goes for every n*gga trapping from Columbia to Brooklyn
Put a brick in that boy face, the cartel can watch him cook it
Dig my daddy out the grave, ask that n*gga where he took him
Cleveland National Forest, I hit targets without looking
So if I ever run in the pool, n*gga I'ma finish the job
He did 25 for taking them Barclays and killing Rob
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
They caught the homie slipping, it ain't show him no remorse
So I walk around with that fire, like I'm carrying a torch
Been known to get it jumping since I hopped up off the porch
Pocket full of dead prezzies and a closet full of corpses (Hey)
Being broke, the only thing I looked at as a threat
Trials and tribulations, real and fake can never mesh
Only dotted line to have a sign was on a check
I gotta keep it on me, I got million dollar flesh
I got the game plan
I got million dollar views behind these Ray-Bans
They bought seats, but I'm someone that they can't stand
I'm so, how about these clouds that I can't land
So please don't pray for me (Yeah)
And if I die before I wake, just save that space for me
But please don't pray for me

[Outro: Ray Vaughn]
No, no, no