Home Invasion - Graeme Revell

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 trap house, black out Back out, rags out, stack house, tap out Trigger finger itchy, lookin' for opps In the city where these niggas do not Fuck around when they holdin' them Glocks Drop the top while you ride in the drop In the kitchen like we know Betty Crock' Cook the dope, take it out of the pot Rock it up then we back on the block Niggas jaw-jackin' while the cars passin' Started jackin' Dickies, that's our 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 fuck And that's why we trippin', I'ma mind this shit Running over prominent neighborhoods just to bring our mama shit Dominant niggas shit, they gon' wish they Left us on the biggest continent Hood 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 Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton Through a rag in his pocket and start callin' it Bompton He was nickel 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 the Gap with this ratchet Tryna get to Tams after that walk, all the way to Athens So what the fuck 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 since I was jumped in In my hood, they call that Double Dutch This Cedar 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 fuck roaches Stack bread whether or not it got molded IRS circle the block, it's not over Ain't lettin' niggas get shot without motives All dead niggas' blocks we drive over Never look back or stop for y'all vultures Drive straight over the top of y'all Focus Ready or not, we 'bout to take over We soldiers, hold 'em, not fold 'em, boulders is rollin' like Otis Tempted to take the controller out your hand, fuck my composure Windows get rolled down, we smokin', enemies, opps and 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 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 bet' 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 do with all the tissue? Pass around at the funeral, it's unusual 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 lady sellin' alote It's "Gang gang" 'til it's time to roleplay He was ballin' at a nigga, OJ We in and out and we ain't have to crochet I'm a small criminal, Annie, are you okay? I was robbin' niggas, I was jackin' for beats I was baldhead when my khakis creased Jumpin' over fences, what the athletes feed? I was onto Compton, I was packin' heat Never met D-Wade 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-

Young Nigga World is a masterpiece Thirty-five racks on the living room Floor, we just came up on a home invasion Whole lot of money on money for real 'Cause all of my niggas cash motivated We gotta get to this money bro, we gotta get to the bag for real Don't you give up on me baby, don't you give up on me baby girl Feel like this shit in my destiny, I need your lovin' so desperately Young Nigga World is the place to Be, we got it straight out of poverty Fuck politics and democracy, we go as far as the eye can see Fuck politics and democracy, 'cause Young Nigga World is a dynasty This is not a fantasy, I want the whole entire world to see Just look take a look at my legacy, Young Nigga World is a masterpiece Fuck you, ain't doin' no favor, huh Fuck you, ain't doin' no favor Fuck you, ain't doin' no favor, huh Fuck you, ain't doin' no favor, huh Fuck a nigga, fuck a favor, huh My youngin still pullin' a caper We just tryna get to this paper I got jammed up, no three-eighty Said I'm jammed up, no three-eighty, huh She wanna fuck on Melly baby I was posted in the cut with a Beretta Now the thirty clip longer than your bitch love letter And I ain't never wifed no thot over nothin' 'Cause my mama raised me to fuckin' know better Just look around lil baby Just look around, girl it is just us Fuck it, I'm rollin' the dice Heard your love got a price and I'm willing to purchase your love This is not a fantasy, but when I'm with you it's a fantasy I want the whole entire world to see, baby girl you are my destiny Fuck all that hate, put that shit in the past They say I love, one day see me last Ridin' the coupe and I hope I don't crash I want that money, I want it fast Fuck politics and democracy, 'Cause I got some niggas who ridin' for me I also got bitches who lyin' to me So I just love 'em all distantly And when I go, ain't no cryin' for me Bitch you better go slang that iron for me Load up them choppers and call up your killers And you better go slang that iron for me Fuck all that hate, put that shit in the past They say I love, one day see me last Ridin' the coupe and I hope I don't crash I want that money, I want it fast This for them bitches who lied to me This for them bitches who died to me Mama I made it, finally graduated Man VV, I know you'd be proud of me Yeah, Young Nigga World Young Nigga Ways, Young Nigga Way Yeah, yeah Young Nigga World, Young Nigga Way Them ways, them ways, them ways, them ways Them ways, them ways, I never change on you Thirty-five racks on the living room Floor, we just came up on a home invasion Whole lot of money on money for real 'Cause all of my niggas cash motivated We gotta get to this money bro, we gotta get to the cash for real Don't you give up on me baby, don't you give up on me baby girl Feel like this shit in my destiny, I need your lovin' so desperately Young Nigga World is the place to Be, we got it straight out of poverty Fuck politics and democracy, we go as far as the eye can see Fuck politics and democracy, 'cause Young Nigga World is a dynasty Oh, them ways, them ways Them ways, I got Young Nigga Ways Them ways, them ways Uh, I never change on you