The Game, Kendrick Lamar - On Me lyrics

(Gunshot) on and On
On and On on and On
On and On

Back when Dot was hangin' out
At Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them Chronic instrumentals
No pens and pencils
I was out there Bloodin' like a menstrual
With a Backwood clinched between my dentals
Way back when
When we was outside with the indo
Hotboxin' rentals in front of Centennial
Remedial thoughts
Never thought that I would amount to shit
"Smoke chronic, fuck bitches
Ride around bouncin'" shit
From Impalas to that Harley truck
To dishraggin' bitches
That was hard to fuck, I came up
It was hardly luck just left Compton


And I ain't have to use my AK
What a day, what a day

Back when my driver's license
Was babyfaced and triflin'
I made my way through crisis, I made my tape
And recorded portrait's in front of sirens
I made you hate the vibrant
You can't escape the tyrant
You can't relate where I've been
In '98, my problem: actin' too grown and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah
My religion through songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch, I’m well-connected from my section
Down to Long Beach
Fumblin' with Tetris if your
Block neglectin' your ki every day
I wake up with my face up to my Father
Makin' sure my heart is pure enough
To grow my seed and harvest
All my green and stuff and double
Up my plantation with dollar
Every dream is such reality
My déjà vu done caught up
Bitch, I'm brought up with the homies
That's on me 24
7, Kendrick reverend these cold streets
Dog, we live by it, die by it
Then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it
" I raise AK ain't no shame on it, cry
About it, fuck that, i play
Like no name on it, blindsided
Ain't no one safe
Documentary had identities of where I'm from
Therefore, my energy had to make
Sure the better me won
It ain't no better one, son
It ain't no tellin' me nothin'
Nigga, that's Chuck, Doc Dre and
K, the legacy's done, bLAOW!

Oh, man you thought these niggas with
Attitude would show gratitude? Fooled you
From 2015 to infinity
It's still bomb weed and Hennessy
I can pimp a butterfly for the energy
Game, I need acapella

There I go, give me a minute, nigga
'Bout to hit a home run
K dot, grab the pennant, nigga
Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night
Jay Leno them got my mom a tennis bracelet
Wimbledon of Wilmington
Now, can I rap for a minute? Black
On the track for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see murder
Like when I was a fan of No Limit
Ain't no gimmicks 'round here
This Compton, me, doc and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my first yeah
Three documentaries
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16 Impalas
They bounce like they Iguodala
That's on my mama
Niggas up and did me a solid
I put that on me, that's on me
You get a bullet fuckin' with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like, "Fuck your rules
Nigga this is Piru"
Slide through with the Erykah Badu
West side Compton, nigga, don't mind if I do
From Piru Street to my old street
Nigga this Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of dead friends
Round here Crips be sweatin' us
Niggas like a headband
Like, "What's up, cuz?"
(Yo dawg where you from?)
No time to stop and think
Pull your strap before they do or
You get shot before you blink
Straight outta Compton, 3 times I told you
The third time I said
It with TDE motherfucker
I'll make you eat every letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers
From the city of Impalas
When shot callers take their pitbulls
And feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull
No more slangin' 8 balls on the corner
And all them niggas I used to freestyle with
I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all that red out here
P snapbacks on niggas heads out here
So don't you come fuckin'
With the little homie
So OG they call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red bandana legit
My uncle told me before he died
"Just keep your hand on the brick"
(So I did)
Sell every chicken that a nigga had in stock
Yes I did
Walked to Compton, hot pocket full of rocks
Yes I did skipped class, yes I did
Whooped niggas' ass, yes I did
Fucked a bitch behind the bleachers
While on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly
That's on Bloods you fuck with Dot
I'll let you choke on your blood i put that
On me, that's on me on me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga you are not the homie
On me, that's on me on me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga you are not the homie