Kendrick Lamar, The Game - The City lyrics

See any angels in the city
See any angels in the city
See any angels in the city

Tell them motherfuckers I'm forever paid
California king
Wrestle gators in the Everglades
Drive up out that motherfuckin'
Swamp in the Escalade
So before you put that red rag in your pocket
I wanna see your fuckin' résumé
Started off on Ground Zero
Then I start to levitate
Rip rappers a new asshole: I never hesitate
Dre Beats on
Smoking that chronic just to meditate
I'mma give 'em hurricanes until
Another levee break
You niggas is featherweight
I'm Aftermath's heavyweight
Now Dre's weapon of mass destruction


Is 'bout to detonate
When a nigga Wack found me shit
I was selling weight
Now a nigga's selling millions
Now it's time to celebrate
Performing in front of millions, nigga
Every race
6'4" in the '64
Now watch the Chevy scrape
Fourth album
No five mics? Then let 'em hate
But I'm not stopping 'til I'm the
Fucking king in every state

Recognize my life, ridicule my fight
Give me fuel for the fire burning
When I yearn these lights
In the midst of the hieroglyphs
My fingertips start to write
Get familiar with Cartwright, 'cause
I want that shot
I'm a raging bull
When the needle drops. For the
Record, I'mma wreck it
Even if my record don't pop
I'mma tie a knot on a downtown building
Let it tow behind me tell
'em they can find me
In the dark with the ghetto children
Look at my heart, nigga fuck your feelings
This is me!

I'm sick of motherfuckers talking
About "the West died"
Can't you hear my heart beating?
That's the motherfuckin' West Side
You test me
You test God
I'm his son, it says in Psalms
You come at me
Then I can split you with this Tommy gun
You won't have time to run
I'm from the Compton slums
And that's how the West ride
I'm from the city where 2 of the best died
Rest in peace to both of 'em
Spit like I'm the ghost of 'em
Damn, I said I spit like
I'm the ghost of 'em
Name your top 10
I'm harder than the most of 'em
Matter of fact, shorten your list nigga
Top 5
Game, Biggie, Hov, probably Pac, Nas
No particular order
Bet a mil' that I slaughter
Serve niggas, give a fuck what you ordered
How dare you niggas pop fly
When I'm the nigga
Sold 5 mil' out the gate
And numbers do not lie

Recognize my life, ridicule my fight
Give me fuel for the fire burning
When I yearn these lights
In the midst of the hieroglyphs
My fingertips start to write
Get familiar with Cartwright, 'cause
I want that shot
I'm a raging bull
When the needle drops. For the
Record, I'mma wreck it
Even if my record don't pop
I'mma tie a knot on a downtown building
Let it tow behind me tell
'em they can find me
In the dark with the ghetto children
Look at my heart, nigga fuck your feelings
This is me!

I gave you The Documentary
Shit was a classic
Gave you Doctor's Advocate
You ripped it out the package
Came with LAX
Since critics said it was average
I was stressed the fuck out
Torn between Aftermath and
Geffen, Interscope
Now I got you in the scope
Spill the red ink on the paper
It's like my pen is broke
And this is what you all been waiting for
I'm the lost angel knocking on Satan's door
What the fuck y'all take me for?
I love you 'cause you hate me more
I'm Kobe on the Lakers floor
Except I give you 84
Shake you like Haiti's floor
Walk up on you like "What's
Going on baby boy?"
Shots in that Mercedes door
Either I'm crazy, or the black Slim Shady
Or
Could that be the reason that Baby
Said he would pay me more
But I still owe Jimmy one more album
The best the West has ever seen
- no disrespect to Calvin

Recognize my life, ridicule my fight
Give me fuel for the fire burning
When I yearn these lights
In the midst of the hieroglyphs
My fingertips start to write
Get familiar with Cartwright, 'cause
I want that shot
I'm a raging bull
When the needle drops. For the
Record, I'mma wreck it
Even if my record don't pop
I'mma tie a knot on a downtown building
Let it tow behind me tell
'em they can find me
In the dark with the ghetto children
Look at my heart, nigga fuck your feelings
This is me

Kendrick, and I wear a pendant on my shoulder
Soldier, like a lieutenant
And the coupe tinted
Got pulled over
Johnny always lock a nigga down
Knowing damn well we don't wanna see
The box like Manny Pacquiao
Little nigga Mayweather size
Ride like Pac in his prime
Thug life is now on radar
'Til the federal come through and raid ours
Reminiscing when the LA Raiders
Was in my home
Snapback fitted on my uncle's dome
And I don't condone dick-riding
I'm addicted to
West-siding, living in a city where
The skinny niggas die
And the semi bullets fly
But it turned me to a lion
Trying, and I mean that shit
Game came through, put the city on his back
I was in the city with a
Nigga had seen that shit
"Compton!", a nigga gotta scream that shit
Never went commercial
Never TV-screened that shit
Can't block or screen that shit
Now everybody sing that shit