If you don't know Where I'm from (Aftermath, nigga witta attitude) (Game time niggas, Westside) (Nigga witta attitude) (Straight Outta Compton) (We rock khakis and Chucks) (Almost lost my life when Dre dropped The Chronic) (Legend in the making)

Sierra Leone Na, na na, na na, na (I was spendin' too much time alone) Spendin' too much time alone (And I just ran outta Trojans) Horses gallop to her throne (We were behaving like teenagers) Yes, we're behaving like teenagers (Makin' less than minimum

Do I run, or lay down and die? Is it time to close my eyes? Everywhere I look these vultures burn the life right outta me Close the curtains, cash me in Gather photographs of the devil you let in Digging deep inside my soul I don't know where to turn

Ayy, y'all heard about the good news? Wake up, nigga, wake up I've been outta my mind a long time Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us We bout to get this paper I'm a Chicago south sider Money

And nothing ever did feel so real but this time My time, my mind is gone, turn the lights back on Baby I’m in the next room but is it gonna be long 'Til I see you again At the coffin Have a great flight outta here, I suppose But you must go, I suppose So

I'm about to lose my mind You’ve been gone for so long, I’m runnin' outta time I need a doctor, call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life I told the world one day I would pay it back Say it on tape, and lay it, record it so that

Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the night line She make you fly You all breathe it, we all need it Who all need it, who all need it Are you ready Sweet apple pie Standing in the street Hands outta line

I'll be there next time Come hang out And come hang out But I'll be there next time 'Cause you're outta your mind You're working so damn hard Don't you leave us behind You forgot what you like Should I go for more clicks this year?

That's like saying Drunk girls don't cry Girl, you must be outta your damn mind You say he saw the light, the slate is clean He swears up and down that it's gonna be Different this time

I can be messy I can be messy, yeah, I admit it Oh, no changin' Oh, no changin' I can be cruel sometimes, outta my mind Insecure and out the door I can be hard to handle Dance around the house with nothin' but the radio on I can get crazy, yeah, I admit