All My Life (September 7th Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Street Goddess] Cali untouchable DJs [Verse 1: Jay Rock] I was on the block right, wasn't in my right mind Just a young nigga hustling, tryna get mines Movin' with the 9 double M Niggas like, "You don't really wanna fuck with him" Yeah, young teenager, infatuated with paper Yeah I had to get it cause momma, she wasn't able Black and white TV set, no cable 40's in the fridge, chicken noodles on the table I wasn't born with a silver spoon Child of the ghetto, raised off a different tune Watching Bob Barker in my living room If your price was right, I could get you a whole living room Yeah, them was my gutter ways Back in the gutter days, no education but the gutter pays Through it all, I came a long way From selling the yay, fistfights to gunplay [Chorus 1: will.i.am] In the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto G-ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto I comes from the bottom but now I'm on top Ain't nothin' gon' stop me, yo I comes from the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto Where all of my niggas, where all of my niggas And all of my niggas will roll up in the spot And get ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto [Interlude: The Game] Jay Rock, I told you From the Nickerson Garden projects, the hip hop's number one prospect [Verse 2: The Game] Ever since grade school, I push the coke like Pepsi Tried to get rid of coke, but the fiends wouldn't let me The block wouldn't shut up, every morning I get up More gunshots, even more slung rocks Fat red laces in my Adidas Throw a chain around my neck like it's Mardi Gras I hit the block like the white Howard, pocket full of white product Niggas hated me in the hood, I call it white power Hit the spot, Geto Boys in the boombox From the Porsche, I'm stuffing hunnids in my shoebox I trashed the Airmax, crashed the red 'lac Hit a pole out of control, left it on Fairfax Picture me riding through the hood with my chair back Money on my mind like a Cincinnati Red Sack The city's mine, swear by it, been way too quiet But I'm back, and I'm 'bout to set a fire [Chorus 1: will.i.am] In the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto G-ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto I comes from the bottom but now I'm on top Ain't nothin' gon' stop me, yo I comes from the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto Where all of my niggas, where all of my niggas And all of my niggas will roll up in the spot And get ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto [Interlude: Gorilla Zoe] Ain't cooler, son, let's go [Verse 3: Gorilla Zoe] I ain't never had nothing, no need to learn (No) Now the whole hood love me, baby, I'm that guy (Ayy) The exact opposite from the instra guys (Tuh!) Lil shawty so fly, you need some pesticide (Hahahaha) If your jewellery ain't real, why rock it? (Rock, stop) Why, stop it, if your shit don't lock, rerock it (Drop it, tah) Drop it, wit' some white, come cop it, guap in my pocket (Cop, dot) I get it by any means, so the hustle, can't knock it (No!) [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] In the ghetto, nigga [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] Birthplace of the suffering, the pain and the greed Made a nigga get to hustling that weight weed Set up shop, had a worker and a gate Type proper, while I was distributing the rastas We was getting money in the ghettos where we lived at Guilt started kicking in, that's why we tried to give back Throwing block parties till we tired We ain't have swimming pools, kids playing with the water from the fire hydrant [Bridge: BJ the Chicago Kid] All the struggling All it does is keep me hustling Oh my, my (September 7th) [Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar & BJ the Chicago Kid] Sitting on the block and I'm doing bad Dreaming about the things that I never had It got me thinking to myself I gotta get it man You can play if you want or go get it man, I said All my life I've known One day eventually I'll blow [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] Yeah, times is hard as it is That's why I got guns and my guns got kids That's why I be going so tough on them hoes I play my own hand, I don't shuffle or fold Fuck with a nigga, let's go fuck with some hoes Hear them bitches screaming like they stuck in a hole I am not a demon but was once a lost soul 'Til I found myself a block away from the crossroad I have, outgrown the fishbowl And now I'm on my feet like a fucking insole And yeah it may hurt like a fucking lymph node But it's fuck the world like a fucking nympho And we spend dough cause we make more And I make sure when I say so It's Jay Rock and Weezy, need I say more? Clothesline the beat, Ted DiBiase flow, yeah [Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar & BJ the Chicago Kid] Sitting on the block and I'm doing bad Dreaming about the things that I never had It got me thinking to myself I gotta get it man You can play if you want or go get it man, I said All my life I've known One day eventually I'll blow [Verse 6: Jay Rock & Lil Wayne] Jay Rock still that same OG I ain't tryna see the grave or the penitentiary Everyday living, tryna stay on my feet Even though a nigga paid but my heart in the streets See my dogs, I'm a beast, so hard on these beats So my family can eat, I'll be damned if I see no income Here come Jay Rock, they know Crack music, drug kingpin flow, oh Kingpin ho (Yeah) need I say more? (Yeah) Your family could die, when I say go (Go) Green light, green light, what ya green like? Before ya sign me up, get the scene right And I just hop in the Phantom when I'm feelin' nice Cause driving slow in the Lam', it doesn't seem right Yeah, and I remember them long nights Living the wrong life but I made that wrong right, Weezy [Chorus: will.i.am] In the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto G-ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto I comes from the bottom but now I'm on top Ain't nothin' gon' stop me, yo I comes from the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto Where all of my niggas, where all of my niggas And all of my niggas will roll up in the spot And get ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto [Outro: September 7th] Yo, yo, yo, there's no stopping the West Coast mixtape king September 7th