[Intro: Dave East]
I welcome y'all to greatness
You now witnessin' a legend
Real n***a shit

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Uh, I've seen it all from a crackhead livin' room
Never get in-tune with negative vibes
Look in my eyes, 27 years of pain when I glance
Thing in my pants, never ever came for romance
Finger fuck her 'til my palm hurt, I came with a plan

[Verse 2: The Game]
I came with a Glock, bullets run out, n***as gettin' socked off top
We were sellin' dope like we was from the ROC
Off pot, hangin' out the Cutlass lettin' off shots
Bill Clinton gettin' head, you buggin', you think I'm not

[Verse 3: Dave East]
Donald Trump ain't safe on my block, got'cha your wifey at IHOP
Your baby mother love that cyclops, my one-eyed monster
Interrogations keep comin' back, shit feel like karma
Had grams now I'm movin' with bands, ain't talkin' Contra

[Verse 4: The Game]
Verse-y, Lord have mercy on a n***a ridin' in the Mercy
With some Hershey and she from Marcy
The brain Bosley, n***a fuckin', no Bill Cosby
Samsung, champagne spillin' on it beside me
Laced in Tom Ford, hard bottoms in the lobby
[Verse 5: Dave East]
I missed the Met Gala, eatin' linguine with the best scallops
Shit, I knew we was the best before I met Khaled
Chasin' lettuce out here lookin' for the next salad
I'm from the East Side of Harlem, I never stress violence
Checks pilin', black shades wave the TEC smilin'
Nautica trunks, a hundred blunts on the next island

[Verse 6: The Game]
My neck stylin', 5 karats on the angel wings
Aventador on Gold Daytons, it's a Compton thing
Don't make me switch whips, hop in the Ghost like it's Halloween
Run up on a con spittin' Ether like I'm out of Queens
Walk up on a n***a, broad day, take him out of things
Leave him like Barkley, make him play the block without a ring
Me and Dave, Styles and Jada, heroin and gasoline
R.I.P. to Yams, but we in Harlem cookin' collard greens
I start trippin', it's like Future when he out of lean
And I don't do construction but this hammer hangin' out my jeans
And what you rappers gon' do when you run out of memes?
You can run on Instagram, but can't outrun the beam, n***a

[Verse 7: Dave East]
Dope in Michigan, Detroit Lions stamp
I run it like Barry Sanders, the Spanish Meyer Lansk'
Hoodlum, my alliances out in Brooklyn
We play steps like Crooklyn, follow the law, Tookie
A hundred bookies, bettin' on Golden State
Fiends sniffin' 8 balls, I watched his face go in that plate
[Verse 8: The Game]
What he snortin' up? Cuttin' wiretaps, you ain't recordin' us
Fresh pair of J's and still I fuck Michael Jordan up
Go to jail, smack CO's and tell the warden, “What?“
My n***as at your crib with your daughter underwater, stuck
Mastros, order up, Audemar, quarter tuck
Baltimore with the packed pockets fat as Lady Luck
East

[Verse 9: Dave East]
Sour got me up in buildings like I'm Peter Parker
Trash bags to the ceilin', it ain't no need for talkin'
Keep your opinions, when I'm finished, you gon' need a coffin
Out in my city, cameras flashin' like The Beatles walkin'
Knockin' Lenny Kravitz in a 5-5-0, ride by slow
Couple my bitches slide down poles

[Verse 10: The Game]
That Ace of Diamonds, King of Diamonds stadium now we at Onyx
I see head in my future, called that like he designer
A n***a called himself a thug, but we know that he vagina
The rap Jamal Lyon, pour heat, they call cryin'
I'll crush your Empire, then eat your girl cookie
You only good with the hooks, Hakeem, you fuckin' rookie

[Verse 11: Dave East]
Understand that I ain't like nothin' you ever seen in your fuckin' life (Nothin')
Bouncer at the club from my block he let me tuck the pipe (I got it)
You havin' problems with your spouse 'cause you don't fuck her right
I'm probably somewhere shoppin' for a house to keep my comfort right (Comfortable)
Lennox Ave to Rosecrans, First to Cedar Block
Fiends was up early so I was the first to see the block
[Outro: The Game]
East meets West, my n***a
They say Compton is just like Harlem, I know that's right
Soon as I land in JFK, man, had a fuckin'
Had a fucker' Uber take me to muthafuckin' mid-town, man
Pick up my fuckin' Lambo
Then I am heading to Harlem 145 in Lenox
That's where I play, Game, n***a
Pull the Lambo in that Amy Ruth's, they know me in there
Gimme that corner table in the back
Let me get that fried chicken
That cornbread come out first, smokin'
Real n***a shit
Compton