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)

And I hope you don't judge me All I know is how to be who I am And if you start to touch me I hope you know the place where we stand Don't tell me that you love me 'Cause I won't love back Don't tell me that you need me 'Cause I don't need that Don't

Think I'm stranded but I don't know where I got this diamond I don't know how to shine In the sun where the dark winds wail And the children leave their rumors behind As you cross that ? The matchsticks for my bones If we can learn how to freeze

Baby you're a dreamer You don't know what I need, yeah Now I know you got heart But come back from the stars 'Cause baby you're a dreamer And we all have a dream, yeah We can't live in the dark I can't see where you are Before the nightmare comes to play

But don't remind me of home, Have to change. I know some things have There's everywhere I'd rather Go. It's true that some things And don't remind me of home, Or I might notice where I am. It's true that some things

They ain’t seen the blood, sweat and tears it took to live their dreams When everything’s on the line No, it’s the ground we grew up on They think it’s a middle of nowhere place where we take it slow Aw, but they don’t know They call us a two lane just

If there was no tomorrow, I'd never shed a tear! I'd rather be anywhere, anywhere, Anywhere but here! I don't claim to have the reasons! All I know is, if the world stops spinning tomorrow, Would you stay the same?! If the world stops spinning tomorrow,

Ana-ana-anarchist, not like the other kids Ana-ana-anarchist, I'm an anarchist They said I'm an ana-ana-anarchist, I'm an anarchist They don't know where I am, I don't know where I am I don't know where I am I don't know where I am, don't know where I am

I'm smoking everywhere I go (No sticks, no seeds, just Al Green) I always gotta keep one rolled (I keep that, need that, got that) I'm blowin' every gram I own (That purp, that bomb, that kush) Don't gotta understand, they know I smoke that, fire that,

It'd be better for us if you don't understand They don't know how old I am They found armor in my belly Then I found a place it's dark and it's rotted It's a cool, sweet kinda place Where the coppers won't spot it However, everyday I'm dumping the body