On Me
The Game & Kendrick Lamar Lyrics
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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
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 drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'
I made my way through crisis
I made my tape and recorded portraits 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
Everyday 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 king stuffin', double up my plantation with dollar
Every dream is such reality, my deja vu done caught up
Bitch I'm brought up with the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't 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'll 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 it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done
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 year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16 Impalas
They bounce like they need a dollar
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 mothafucka
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
Raise up, nigga you are not the homie
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga you are not the homie
The Game's "On Me" featuring Kendrick Lamar is a song that reflects on their journeys from Compton. In the first verse, the Game talks about his early days when he used to freestyle with Kendrick around Centennial High School. In those days, they used to hotbox rental cars with chronic and dreamed of making it big in the rap game. Despite having a rough start growing up and few prospects in life, their love for music propelled them to success. The Game also talks about the tough times he had with the police, drugs, and women, but he managed to come out of it all.
In the second verse, Kendrick Lamar talks about his struggles growing up in Compton, where gang violence was prevalent. He started his rap career at an early age and made a name for himself with his lyrics that spoke to the harsh reality of his experiences. Despite the temptation to join a gang, Kendrick resisted and chose the straight and narrow path that led him to success. Along the way, he encountered many obstacles, including haters who didn't believe in him and people who doubted his talent. However, Kendrick knew he had the drive, talent, and determination to succeed, and he did.
Overall, "On Me" is a song that speaks to the struggles and hardships that the Game and Kendrick Lamar faced growing up in Compton. It's a testament to their resilience and the power of music to uplift people in difficult times.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JAHMAL D. CANTERO, ERICA WRIGHT, UFORO IMEH EBONG, KENDRICK DUCKWORTH, JAYCEON TERRELL TAYLOR, STANLEY BERNARD BENTON, CASH JONES
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