Welcome Home (feat. Nipsey Hussle)

I wake up every morning on the same shit

I smoke my Wood to the roach, like I ain't rich

**** I used to hang with, it still gang gang with

Lamborghini outside but, ****, that don't change shit

Same **** that gave you classic after classic

Could still chop rock and zippin' plastic after plastic

Why you think Dr. Dre don't take me on them yachts with 'em?

Whisperin' to Snoop, "This **** probably got a Glock with him," facts

Smoke comin' out the 'Rari hood

****, I could fuck Nicki if Safaree could

Motivation for all my **** that's watchin'

All my **** from Watts and South Central and Compton

I wish you could of been a fly on the wall in my dope spot

Leanin' with a tuck in my drawers and I hope not

'Cause doin' 25 to life is a roadblock

Welcome to my last album, Nip, time to close shop

Twenty million dollars actin' broke, ****

All you **** sleep, stay woke, ****

All my **** came up sellin' dope, ****

Why the fuck you think they call us dope ****?

Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, ****

Why the fuck you think we sellin' dope, ****?

This for my dogs and my locs, ****

Gotta get our neck up out these ropes, ****

Fire to the spoon put you on the moon

Make America great again, you a fuckin' coon

And you **** wonder why I'm unenthused

'Cause hard bottoms trump runnin' shoes

And the less you know, the longer you live

And the more you know, they tappin' your crib

My **** that say they got shot and actually did

Who never thought what happened to Pac would happen to B.I.G

What happened to L, what happened to Proof and Jam Jay though

Hip-hop'll lean on you, R-I-P to Fredo

Young **** stay woke, old **** stay woke

It's rainin' hollow tips, I'm dripping in this Gucci raincoat

Security won't pat me, **** won't @ me

Same **** that saved the West with a bald head and some khakis

Watchin' Kendrick show while Top Dawg dap me

This my last album, motherfucker, I hope you happy

Twenty million dollars actin' broke, ****

All you **** sleep, stay woke, ****

All my **** came up sellin' dope, ****

Why the fuck you think they call us dope ****?

Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, ****

Why the fuck you think we sellin' dope, ****?

This for my dogs and my locs, ****

Gotta get our neck up out these ropes, ****

This shit's over

Say this your last shit, I don't believe you Chuck

I remember LAX ****

Bring that beat back for me doe, I gotta say somethin'

Yeah, Chuck what up?

I was like fuck rap music I'm gon' rob me a bank

Starvin' artist ain't my style that shit it'll drive me insane

Gave my mind to these millions and my heart to the game

Probably die up in the streets but I'll survive through my name

Every **** 'round me killas and I doubt it'll change

If the Police get behind us we go out with a bang

Early 2000's murder rate was a shame

We was saying bullets got no names

****, we was charismatic on these corners like Tupac on stage

Well, fuck a dream if it's not gon' pay

You feel me? White socks high with my Glock on waist

Couldn't tell me I was not O'Shea *

Posted at the Quick N Split

Don't get caught on tape

'Cause they put them cameras up since they shot Quinn Shay

Chuck, I remember your White Range

Slauson Ave. ran up on you, gave you my mixtape

Now, Twenty million dollars actin' broke, ****

All you **** sleep, stay woke, ****

All my **** came up sellin' dope, ****

Why the fuck you think they call us dope ****?

Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, ****

Why the fuck you think we sellin' dope, ****?

This for my dogs and my locs, ****

Gotta get our neck up out these ropes, ****