The Soundtrack ft. The Game
[Verse 1: Game]
Politics as usual, them palm trees is beautiful
Crack rock lingerin', fiends suckin' they cuticles
Wear the wrong colors 'round here, ni***s is shootin' you
Ni***s workin' out in them pens, stuck in they cubicles
Ni***, you killin' who? Street s***, me and Meek s***
F*** with him, f*** around and be your funeral
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through
Drive-by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you
Ha, cause you will ride for your ni***, right?
Now with hearses side by side, with your ni*** right
Cause it been plenty nights I barely made it through this life
Ni***s want to snatch my soul from me like I'm Jesus Christ
[Verse 3: Game & (Meek Mill)]
Compton, California, come and see what my city like
(Babies losin' hope when they see they momma hit the pipe)
Rosecrans, (Berks Street), ni***s tryin' to murk me
(God, it hit me first, G)
This right here the soundtrack to a real ni*** life
(Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like)
"La-da-da, la-da-da"
The soundtrack to a real ni*** life
(Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like)
"La-da-da, la-da-da"
[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
Uh, my dog doin' life
Cause he ain't had no safety like the Rams' secondary
And he come out in 2060, Nevuary, never scared
[Verse 5: Game]
Cause I got real ni***s everywhere
That'll cut your life short like it's February
Killer Cali, where them burnouts is necessary
'Specially when the feds is tappin' phones like secretaries
S*** real like 2Pac's obituary
Kill him, B.I.G. too, but they memory legendary
[Verse 6: Meek Mill & (Game)]
And where I'm from, you get murdered like hereditary
They killed my homie, we came back like it was January
The first ni*** aimin' to murk, ni***
F*** your chain, want your shoes, your jean and your shirt, ni***
Cause it's cold out, f*** your concert cause you sold out
Your dad didn't teach you all that s*** you sing that song 'bout
So what you talkin' about?
(Absolutely nothin', they ain't us, Meek, f*** 'em, cause)
[Hook]
This right here the soundtrack to a real ni*** life
(Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like)
"La-da-da, la-da-da"
The soundtrack to a real ni*** life
(Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like)
"La-da-da, la-da-da"
From Philly to Compton, ni***
I fell in love with these streets, I lost my ni***s too
But I'll be d***ed I'll let one of you ni***s take my life
[Verse 7: Game]
Meek, tell 'em that I'm back on my grizzly though
Most these rappers' life is like a f***in' Miguel video
Compton killed eight of my ni***s, but that's my city though
Yeah, we movin' birds, but we throw 'em like a Frisbee though
Ni***s sellin' flat-screens, sixty-inch VIZIOs
Blow on a stone, smokin' chronic on commodes
Listenin' to Hov like "I got to get my weight up"
The system was made to break us, but they can't take us, no
[Verse 8: Meek Mill]
And I know they hate us though cause we really made it though
Ballin' like we Jordan, ni***s shootin', try and fade me though
O.G. Bobby Johnson, .44 with the potato nose
Turn you mashed potato, bro, but it's all gravy though
I done been to church to mosque, it couldn't save me though
S***, I got to save myself before I try to save a ho
F*** your role model, it was gold bottles after the gold hollows
[Hook]
This right here the soundtrack to a real ni*** life
(Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like)
"La-da-da, la-da-da"
The soundtrack to a real ni*** life
(Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like)
"La-da-da, la-da-da"
The Soundtrack ft. The GameLRC歌词
[00:23.579] [Verse 1: Game]
[00:24.128] Politics as usual, them palm trees is beautiful
[00:27.579] Crack rock lingerin', fiends suckin' they cuticles
[00:30.656] Wear the wrong colors 'round here, ni***s is shootin' you
[00:33.596] Ni***s workin' out in them pens, stuck in they cubicles
[00:36.716] Ni***, you killin' who? Street s***, me and Meek s***
[00:39.925] F*** with him, f*** around and be your funeral
[00:42.990]
[00:43.124] [Verse 2: Meek Mill]
[00:43.267] Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through
[00:46.209] Drive-by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you
[00:49.380] Ha, cause you will ride for your ni***, right?
[00:52.566] Now with hearses side by side, with your ni*** right
[00:55.521] Cause it been plenty nights I barely made it through this life
[00:58.444] Ni***s want to snatch my soul from me like I'm Jesus Christ
[01:01.434]
[01:01.601] [Verse 3: Game & (Meek Mill)]
[01:01.871] Compton, California, come and see what my city like
[01:04.536] (Babies losin' hope when they see they momma hit the pipe)
[01:07.723] Rosecrans, (Berks Street), ni***s tryin' to murk me
[01:10.664] (God, it hit me first, G)
[01:12.581]
[01:12.742] This right here the soundtrack to a real ni*** life
[01:15.979] (Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like)
[01:19.181] "La-da-da, la-da-da"
[01:25.688] The soundtrack to a real ni*** life
[01:28.393] (Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like)
[01:31.502] "La-da-da, la-da-da"
[01:37.749] [Verse 4: Meek Mill]
[01:37.995] Uh, my dog doin' life
[01:39.289] Cause he ain't had no safety like the Rams' secondary
[01:41.761] And he come out in 2060, Nevuary, never scared
[01:45.920]
[01:46.044] [Verse 5: Game]
[01:46.182] Cause I got real ni***s everywhere
[01:48.086] That'll cut your life short like it's February
[01:51.253] Killer Cali, where them burnouts is necessary
[01:54.072] 'Specially when the feds is tappin' phones like secretaries
[01:57.141] S*** real like 2Pac's obituary
[02:00.216] Kill him, B.I.G. too, but they memory legendary
[02:03.041]
[02:03.179] [Verse 6: Meek Mill & (Game)]
[02:03.318] And where I'm from, you get murdered like hereditary
[02:06.688] They killed my homie, we came back like it was January
[02:09.565] The first ni*** aimin' to murk, ni***
[02:12.233] F*** your chain, want your shoes, your jean and your shirt, ni***
[02:15.410] Cause it's cold out, f*** your concert cause you sold out
[02:18.717] Your dad didn't teach you all that s*** you sing that song 'bout
[02:21.801] So what you talkin' about?
[02:23.490] (Absolutely nothin', they ain't us, Meek, f*** 'em, cause)
[02:26.374]
[02:26.510] [Hook]
[02:26.635] This right here the soundtrack to a real ni*** life
[02:29.982] (Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like)
[02:33.162] "La-da-da, la-da-da"
[02:39.204] The soundtrack to a real ni*** life
[02:42.276] (Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like)
[02:45.336] "La-da-da, la-da-da"
[02:51.198] From Philly to Compton, ni***
[02:54.562] I fell in love with these streets, I lost my ni***s too
[02:58.169] But I'll be d***ed I'll let one of you ni***s take my life
[03:02.400]
[03:03.378] [Verse 7: Game]
[03:04.222] Meek, tell 'em that I'm back on my grizzly though
[03:07.911] Most these rappers' life is like a f***in' Miguel video
[03:10.877] Compton killed eight of my ni***s, but that's my city though
[03:13.943] Yeah, we movin' birds, but we throw 'em like a Frisbee though
[03:17.097] Ni***s sellin' flat-screens, sixty-inch VIZIOs
[03:20.156] Blow on a stone, smokin' chronic on commodes
[03:23.126] Listenin' to Hov like "I got to get my weight up"
[03:26.176] The system was made to break us, but they can't take us, no
[03:29.469]
[03:29.620] [Verse 8: Meek Mill]
[03:29.736] And I know they hate us though cause we really made it though
[03:32.568] Ballin' like we Jordan, ni***s shootin', try and fade me though
[03:35.555] O.G. Bobby Johnson, .44 with the potato nose
[03:38.641] Turn you mashed potato, bro, but it's all gravy though
[03:41.678] I done been to church to mosque, it couldn't save me though
[03:44.813] S***, I got to save myself before I try to save a ho
[03:47.883] F*** your role model, it was gold bottles after the gold hollows
[03:52.706]
[03:52.841] [Hook]
[03:52.952] This right here the soundtrack to a real ni*** life
[03:56.169] (Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like)
[03:59.283] "La-da-da, la-da-da"
[04:05.894] The soundtrack to a real ni*** life
[04:08.487] (Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like)
[04:11.582] "La-da-da, la-da-da"
